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What they don’t tell you about working at an American Summer Camp is about the dating pool. Stick two hundred people in their twenties together and what do you have?

Your very own Love Island.

Nobody could prepare me for the experience. No amount of videos. No amount of reading. I wheeled my overweight suitcase into Heathrow departures having just kissed goodbye my family, thinking, “what the fuck am I doing?”

To be honest, the thought remained during my entire time at camp.

Ethan was the guy that all the girls had a crush on. There was nothing to dislike about the man. He was tall, head of lifeguards so had the six-pack out everyday, and was brilliant with the kids.

The Scottish accent was a good addition too.

I worked at a day camp. Children came for childcare 8 AM – 5 PM and we got the weekends off, so come Fridays and Saturdays we’d all pile into the local bar and get drunk. Me – I was never shitfaced – but a lot of people did take it too far, like my friend Carolina from Portugal who threw up her guts the night me and Ethan were in the parking lot together. Alone.

Camp crushes are far more intense than real life ones. When you’re cornered off from reality for two and a bit months with no phone data, the mind tends to hyperfixate on things since there’s not really much else to do. Ethan was the guy I fantasised about every night when I went to sleep in my twenty-something cabin of female bunkmates.