How I met Jeff

Jeff and I met at a church camp in New Mexico. I was 12 and he was 15. I watched him from afar the whole week. He was funny and friendly. He was preppy but not really pretentious. At camp fire I would look for him and hope that accidentally he might sit with me. Well he never did, but I had made other friends and we had fun.
On Friday night of camp they did a special dinner. The boys were matched up with the girls and one by one the boys came (were sent) to the recreation area to pick up there assigned "dates". I begged not to have to participate, as did several of both genders. There was no getting out of it. As a young girl it was a little terrifying for me. As the numbers of girls dwindled I was becoming uncomfortable. Then came the realization...I was the last girl, and they had matched me with no one. I felt embarrassed and stupid. "Can I please just go to my cabin?!". Several boys had taken more than one date since the girls out numbered them, so it was decided to send a boy back for me that only had one date...More embarrassing. I really wanted to cry, but I am good at playing tough. You guessed it. They sent back Jeff. He was really sweet to me, and made me forget how stupid I felt. His other date was blond, pretty and older, but Jeff was nice to us both. He made me feel special, and I thought I was in love. I tried to talk to him after our "date", but he dismissed me pretty quickly. It was obvious I was getting a cold shoulder. At one last attempt, I wrote him a note on our last day. He wasn't rude but he never responded.


That... is what SHE said.....
This... is what I say (enter Jeff)...
First off, unfortunately, I have to agree with most of the story cause I don't remember much about it. I do remember having preppy clothes (but my Mom still dressed me) and I was way to important to be pretentious. OK... on a serious note Amy may have felt ignored or "dismissed" but let's look at the reality of the situation. When a man is 35 and his wife is 32... it's ok, when a man is 25 and his wife is 22... it's ok, when a man is 21 and his wife/girlfriend is 18... depending on the man... it's ok too, but when a teenage boy is 15 and in high school and a girl is 12 and in elementary school... it just can't be justified... at least not from the view a 15 year old high school kid. All of this aside, not only do I remember Amy and that night with two dates, I still, to this very day... have the note that she wrote to me. I kept it all those years (I used it to track her) and it was one of VERY few that I kept through my life. You know you didn't keep very many notes from camp, and if you did, it was from people you liked or hoped to see again someday. I not only got to see Amy again... I have the privilege to see her every day of my life. I love you Amy with all my heart and thank you for doting on me... now I get to dote on you.

Camping anyone??