Lighting a Fire With Rapport

It is dark. We are in the middle of nowhere. The only visible light is coming from the camp fire that we now encircle. Of the fifteen people in our clan only three are single females. I don’t think it a coincidence that the three women are all sitting next to me, all happily engaged in my storytelling. The remaining group is composed of gun toting, testosterone driven, young men.

Now that I have my three little birds captivated it becomes clear to me that during the last four days of camping I have emerged as the alpha male. Though not the biggest or toughest of the men I did do one thing that my peers did not; I created rapport. So much so, that by the end of the night, one of these women will be waiting for me in my tent, in my sleeping bag and in the nude…

Tall Tammy

A former collegiate basketball player, Tammy is quite tall with long blond hair and piercing blue eyes. Though pretty, her true attractiveness comes from her sense of humor. She was the first person I met while arriving at the camp site. We hit it off immediately while helping each other set up our tents and were instantly flirting with our similarly witty styles of comedy. By the second day we created a secret gummy worm pact which became a running joke for the remainder of the trip.

Sultry Samantha

The youngest of the girls, Samantha, a city girl who was not even remotely interested in the whole camping thing. Her detachment from nature can be best illustrated by the fact that she brought two suitcases of clothes and a rather large make-up box on a four day camping trip. Despite being out of touch with the country side she eventually lightened up after some persistent flirting and some tutelage on basic camping etiquette. And on day three the sexual innuendos became so great that we kissed under the waterfall while swimming in the nearby river.

Sad Sarah

The opposite of Sultry Samantha, Sarah, a country girl is your typical girl next door. She has long dark hair, a dark complexion and an often sad face. I’m not sure why she looked sad most of the time but I made it my mission to make her smile as much as possible. Cheering her up took some work but eventually it was the simple acts of compassion that made the difference. When everyone else would be drinking booze, I would make hot cocoa for the two of us. When the rest of the savages where shooting chipmunks, I took her for a hike up a nearby mountain. I think she enjoyed these things. At the very least, I made her smile.

…The giant blaze in the center of circle is now dwindling. I can barely see the remaining few who haven’t retired for the night. I announce that I am pooped and will go to bed. Forgetting my flashlight I carefully make my way back to my tent in the soft glow of the fire.

As I unzip the door and begin to pull my body inside, I hear someone waking up in my sleeping bag.

“Who’s in my tent?” I say

“Oh hey, sorry. I hope you don’t mind but I wanted to sleep in here tonight, is that ok?” a girl whispers.

I move closer and get a faint look at who it is.

“Um, yea it’s ok,” I reply, “as long as you don’t mind sharing a sleeping bag.”

“No, come on in” says Samantha as she lifts the covers to reveal her naked body.

I undress myself and climb in.