Glasses or Bad Dates

Do you follow up two stories about glasses with another one? I have plenty :) Or do you follow up a bad date story with another? Have a few of those too :) I just don't know what transitional ethics would say.

So Nick as bad date story II...

One year the YMCA Camp staff asked me to join up with the Adventure Camp kids. Among other things, the trip that summer was Havasupai. That could be a story all in itself, but I have no way to transition into that one yet. The staff included me, Mark *, and Marilynn *. Mark was an old friend and the leader of the group. Marilynn had the girls cabin, and I had the boys cabin. Marilynn was a college track jock, very athletic and a great hiker.

Marilynn and I became pretty good friends on the various trips we took the kids on. At the end of the summer, Marilynn, Mark, and I all joined the regular Summer Camp to help at the final week of Family Camp. My good friend Neville was there, and we were a pretty fun group. After family camp, Neville and I were going to set out on our trip up to Alaska, across Canada and on to New York. Mark invited us all down to his house in Tempe before we were to start off on that trip. Neville's girl friend of the time was to join us.

It was kind of natural to pair off into couples. Mark with his wife, Neville and his girlfriend. It left Marilynn and I. I think there were some other camp staff staying there that week too, long forgotten in my memory now. But one night as Neville slipped off with his lady friend for a romantic walk to the park, Marilynn and I found ourselves alone in the Living room. One thing led to another, we found ourselves kissing and embracing on the big square couch.

Oooh...Romantic huh?


Well, sure, except remember...this is in "Nick Romance" land. If you read the previous blog, you know what strange territories that can lead to....

Oh yeah....deep in what would be passionate kisses, my nose started to bleed profusely. I guess the move to the dry Valley left my nose veins unprotected, and the crimson faucets started flowing. I quickly had blood on Marilynn's coller and neck. End of Kiss, End Of Romance.


Cheers ... nca

P.S. Not so dire really. We were still friends after that. She was a very sweet person. But an interesting side to that story is that Neville and I also stayed at her house for one night before our trip started. She lived with her parents in West Phoenix, and they were quite hospitable to two homeless travelers. She had a cute lab named "Buttons" too. Up in Western Canada Neville remembered to send a Post-Card to Buttons thanking him for putting us up for the night. Neville was always a gracious guest, particularly to his animal hosts.