I scanned the lunch crowd for any attractive girls. There were a couple, but I knew they wouldn’t even look at me. Guys like Testosterone would get them.

We ate, talked about stuff, (I didn’t) and then went to our tents for “down time”. Are we in Kindergarten? Do we need naps?!?! I know it is just to avoid the hottest rays of the sun, but we’re in a forest! The
guys decided to talk about girls in swimsuits, because we would be heading to the pool next.

Testosterone already had his sights on the blonde bombshell, Katrina, whom would probably be his first of many camp girlfriends.

Boy Scout informed us there would be a swimming test and he would pass with flying colors, then rescue any girls who didn’t. Gag me.

City Slicker pulled out four pairs of trunks and lamented over not having five so he didn’t have to wear one twice. What a dilemma!

Farm Boy tried to put his two-cents into every conversation and even helped City pick out which trunks to wear today. He was getting on my nerves.

I laid on my cot.