One year earlier, talks like this had really lit my fire. I mean, in your late teens and early twenties, you can sing only so many spiritual camp songs before you need an infusion of good old-fashioned romance. She displayed a photo of her boyfriend to cheers of “You go, girl!” from the Barbies and disapproving rumbles about his skinny neck from the Kens, Brads, Matts, and Toms.Īfter a week of having to exhibit saint like behavior to all the little campers and being super spiritual while around the camp leaders, it was time to let our hair down-time to let the real passions of life come out. 2, sitting beside Top Gun, was next in the heartthrob inquisition. “I think she has a huge nose!” grumbled one of the girls under her breath.īarbie no. “Niiice!” Came the rumble of approval from Brad Pitt and Matt Damon (Wayne from Denver). Moments later we all observed a photograph of the “hottest girl on the planet,” as Kevin so proudly referred to her. Say no more! Swift as the bionic man, Kevin whipped out his wallet. “Is she a babe?” crooned the resident Brad Pitt, alias Mike from Wyoming. This only added to the excitement and wonder, because no one had any idea who Sandra was. As he crunched a chip between perfect teeth, an “I thought you’d never ask” smirk found its way across his face.Īs all of us camp counselors leaned in, eyes bulging with expectancy, Kevin finally revealed the secret in a low monotone: “Her name is…Sandra!” Being a Tom Cruise look-alike has a way of boosting the ego. Kevin, the son of a state senator, was used to having eyes upon him. 1 flirted across the table, “Tell us who you’re seeing now.” I nibbled at my burrito as the conversation around me finally arrived at its ultimate destination. All the Kens and Barbies sat around the table.1 Amid glistening smiles and Coppertone tans, the fragrance of Polo with a hint of Skin So Soft (yes, this was the good old nineties!) wafted through the café booth.

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