On one hand, I can control how much I interact with people, but there’s always a tipping point where my excitement turns to feeling overwhelmed, and within a month I usually delete whatever app I’m using. It’s also the reason I have a love-hate relationship with online dating. It’s the reason my parents had to pick me up early from sleepovers and why I still fear events I can’t easily Uber home from. I love meeting new people and can work the room like nobody’s business, but I’ve always preferred deep, intimate conversations with one or two people over small talk with many. I’m what you might call an introverted extrovert. But I’m burnt out from online dating and willing to push myself outside my comfort zone if I might experience some campfire sparks. Even before COVID, the weekend sounds like the plot of a reality show and my worst nightmare rolled into one. We’ll be housed in unheated, co-ed cabins with 20 people we’ve never met. I’m also a life-long germaphobe who’s abysmal at team sports involving a ball and hand-eye coordination. I was raised by non-campers, and the isolation and vastness of the woods terrify me. The plan is simple: spend a long weekend with 150 strangers and relive the camp experience I never had as a teenager: bunk beds, crushes, dodgeball games, and all.ĭespite growing up on Vancouver Island, where babies exit the womb with a kayak and a membership to MEC, I rarely set foot in the woods. I’ve signed up for Camp Meets Bagel-a three-day sleep-away camp for single adults. On a warm spring evening in 2018, I board a bus in New York City headed for the foothills of Pennsylvania.
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