You and Kaitlyn are chatting after packing your bags since it's all your last day at Hackett's Quarry Summer Camp.

You: No, but I mean, seriously, come on. She's right. It's just like a stupid summer fling. What else did I think was gonna happen?

Kaitlyn: Uhh, let's see... Love, stability, engagement, marriage, house, kid, affair, kid, divorce, loneliness, child support, uhh... visitation lawsuit, surprise reconciliation, empty nest... retirement, grandkid, grandkid, grandkid, uhhh, nursing home, and finally... dying in each other's arms and then being buried in each other's arms like those thousand-year-old skeletons they dug up in Rome or something. That kind of the ballpark?

Before you answer, she continues: Kaitlyn: Oh, shit, I'm sorry. That was Ryan and me. Uh, let me see... Ah, here it is. Yours just says "Road head." Actually, that's just a generic all-men list.