Unlocking the Fierce Obsession: Why That Camp Counselor Still Fuels Our Fire Years Later
At the same time, we campers can smell the intrigues our counselors are involved in that don’t include us. I imitated these intrigues as best I could with my own summer romances, but even then I recognized that one tantalizing level above me was a far tastier version of the experience. Campers kissed, but counselors were doing something more high stakes, something I couldn’t identify until I knew what sex was — and once I could identify it, it was all I could think about. Did anybody else resent their pockmarked, brace-faced summer paramours for not being 17 and fit and tan? Counselors were close enough to fantasize about, and yet completely outside the realm of romantic possibility, which made them the only romantic possibilities worth caring about. No wonder we campers all yearned to be counselors ourselves someday: We saw in them that flash of the unattainable, and nothing would do but to attain it.
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