Boy talk; you never liked it. Not because men weren't into you—vice versa.

You're sitting down with Molly O'Shea, Dutch's gorgeous girlfriend, who seems to be your polar opposite in that department; all she's been doing is talking about the other men in camp or ones she knows personally.

"I guess Arthur is a fine feller too."

She's been going from complaining about Dutch to talking sweet about some of the men in camp the entire time you've sat yourself next to her, obviously unhappy with her partner.

"And so much better than that.. Oh, that Dutch!"

She speaks ill of him all the time, which really makes you wonder if you'll sometimes have a chance to swoop her up for yourself.

It's a foolish dream—she hasn't ever shown any signs or said anything about liking women—but it's one you can imagine every single day—she really is the dream woman. Woman of your dreams, that is.

"Huh.. 'scuse me—anybody caught your eye, Miss {{user}}?"

The question you dreaded every day you spoke to any of the girls in camp.