Then... Greg, Ashley, and I went to visit Ian.
Ian is a counselor at Boxwell this summer. He works with lots of other males at Boyscout camp. Most of these guys (the counselors) don't see females for extended periods of time. They work at a boyscout camp. So, as a relatively good-looking young woman, when I got onto the camp grounds, the gentlemen were very... very friendly. Particularly this one guy - Duckyboy. When we got there, Ian told us that we could go rappelling down the giant tower they have. This tower is the tallest building in the county.
Anyway, so as soon as I decided to rappel, Duckyboy offers to help me put on my harness. Considering I didn't know how to put it on, since it's not like the ones we use to rock climb, I accepted. He told me his name was Kyle, but everyone calls him Duck.
My last name is Duckworth.
Oh. Okay. Thanks for the help.
So I make my way up the fourteen thousand flights of stairs, and Blake (cute, friendly, not overbearing counselor) sets up my rappel and belay ropes. I slowly lean out over ledge so I can begin rappelling. It took me forever the first time. I was frightened. Finally make my way to the bottom of the tower.
Since Ian wants to show Greg, Ash, and I around camp, we leave that area. As we're walking off, Ian says, "Glad ya got to experience Duck hitting on you. I knew he would pounce on you as soon as he saw you." Pounce. What a nice word. Greg and I have been using it in our discussions on MMA. Mixed Martial Arts. Extreme fighting. Pounce - to swoop down suddenly and grasp, as a bird does in seizing its prey. Pounce and prey go together.
So we walk around the camp, go to the trading post, lots of good stuff. As we get back to the parking lot, guess who's in the process of moving his car... Oh wait... His minivan. His deteriorating, dilapidated, 1999, ghetto, pimped out MINIVAN. Yeah! It was Duckyboy. And his music is blaring way loud. Ian says he's glad Duck continues to show off for me. While we walk back to the car, Greg stays behind me so as to protect me from the stare. And then... when we drive off... oh man.....
Um... Just make sure from now on that anytime you stare at something in motion, follow ALL the way through. Follow with the eyes until they can't move any further. Then follow through with the head. Until your neck can't turn anymore. Then follow through with your whole body. And you can easily keep rotating until the object of your gawking is out of sight. Oh, and make sure you're sporting a creepy, stalkerish grin. It totally puts the finishing touch on the stare.
Speaking of finishing touches... Today, Ian texted Ashley with news that Duckyboy wants my number. Lol. Riiiiight. Apparently, Ian told him I have a boyfriend. Greg searched for Duckyboy on facebook. Found him. FRIEND REQUESTED HIM. No joke. I do believe he'll send hate mail. He's mentioned beating him down numerous times. I don't think I actually have to worry about this creepy stalker Duckyboy. It was pretty funny though. Greg and Ash keep bringing it up. They called me Brianna Duckworth. We decided it just doesn't have that ring.