Silence ensued. It was the kind of pause that can kill a co-ed conversation at that age. I started to think it was going to be an early departure if the other tents were going that same way as ours. They weren’t though.
I found out during the boat ride home the next morning that both the other guys stayed awake until the girls started to sleep one by one. When all were sound asleep, both employed Thomas’ strategy: wait out the whole tent, then pick the girl of your choice. Both ended up making out quietly, and never got caught, nor did the girls raise a peep of protest, nor a scream, not wake up and kick the guys out. And there it was: a perfect example of mutually accepted lying.
As for our tent, the conversation jolted back to life.
Lisa: Isn’t there a way to learn each other’s language and communicate in a way that is understood?
Melissa: So you think men and women have entirely different languages?
Lisa: It’s not so much different languages, as a completely different set of ideas about who is the right type, and how to date the one that’s right for you.
Melissa: Maybe we worry too much about who is exactly right. I still think people who hardly know each other can fall in love in an instant under the right circumstances.
Me: If both are hormonally distressed with “Maximus Horny-Apes-Among-Us Disease, then sure, one glance is all it takes.
Sue: But it has a better chance of lasting if they’ve been friends a long time. Love at first sight, leads to break-up at first fight.”
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