Boys?

I adore Scooter so much.

I somehow ended up being 'big-sister' and 'advising counselor' to a curious percentage of the girls on staff this year. Scooter, it's an even closer bond, with many factors building up to it.

She's friends with my sister. She's my sister's age (so when I'm missing Didi, I end up being even more sisterly to her). She's remarkably unique, straightforward, and trusting. She comes to me when she's had her heart hurt again by another guy who she thought liked her, and I hug her and let her cry. We lived together for four weeks this summer, two of them as co-counselors. I end up covering for a lot of her goofs. She loves Jesus like a little kid. Wedominate at camp night games, like British Bulldogs and Counselor Hunt, and get really excited about them together. There's a whole deeper and really smart person inside her, but most people get so caught up with what's on the surface that they never think that it might not go to the core.

Scooter's got the never-had-a-boyfriend blues. Comes up every so often. Over the summer, I had the thought-this-was-the-one-and-we-broke-up-so-now-I-never-want-another-boyfriend blues. Somehow, while these should have clashed, they meshed.

I seem to pick up a curious collection of friends who view the world rather oddly. Scooter says that she has no common sense, but that's not it - I know she does. When something comes up, she's actually tough and gets things done. When someone needs her to be smart, she's actually tutoring them. But most of the time, she's fluffy sparkles and rainbows.

For example, tonight's conversation.

S: "ARGH!!! BOYS!!!"
P: :) "Now what?"
S: "Really?? Sometimes I wanna punch 'em in the face!"
S: "But then they wouldn't be as cute."
P: "Please don't punch boys." :)
P: "It's not a good idea."
S: "I know."
S: "Really, you're like, "Hey, I think I might like you," and then they ignore you."
P: "Ah."

It is at this point that I'm trying to figure out how to graciously say, "Let the guys initiate, they'll be happier, and you'll be happier," without whacking her over the head with it, and be ready in case she's really upset, when she responds,

S: "Next time we play counselor hunt, I'm dressing up like Waldo."

Random topic jumps are standard, but this made me laugh more than usual.