After 20 some years of working for corporate America, I got sick of it all and chucked my career. I had been working part-time in the construction field, so I moved into a summer bungalow owned by a family member and started renovating Beach houses full time. I could live rent free, but only until the "season" began, when my bungalow was already rented for more than $1,000 per week. Business was good - I had lots of leads, but local ordinances prohibited non-emergency construction during the summer season. I decided to seek employment for this period at a campground, since I already owned a pop-up camper - and loved the idea of working outside without a shirt on. In seeking summer employment I went one step further, and since I was recently out of the closet I boldly secured a position on the maintainance staff of an all male gay campground
I started in early April, and worked my ass off prepping the camp for it's May 1st opening. I guess I did a great job, because as soon as the heavy Green doors swung open the compliments came flooding in. I'm told the place hadn't looked so good in years. On the second day after opening, I was wrapping a tree stump with yellow tape so a sub-contractor would know to remove it. "He" walked down the lane from the showers, wearing just boxers and a towel draped over his shoulder. "I'm sorry I woofed! at you yesterday" he said. And I explained that I hadn't heard him do that, probably because my small utility cart could be somewhat loud.
We met again at the bonfire that night, and we went back to my camper. He also had a permanent rental campsite for the summer. We talked about my coming out issues, and he promised to help me navigate through a campground that has best been described as "a bath house in the woods".
Over the weeks I tried to follow his advice, dated other guys and reported back to him my experiences. He was affirming, and pushed me a little more each time to try new things. But I found myself disinterested, choosing to stay by myself during the week and anticipating his Thursday night arrival for the weekend. By July 4th we were considered a couple.
It was an awesome summer, and many thought we would go our separate ways at the end of the season. But we're still together, strong as ever, with him living and working just outside of Philadelphia and me living and working just outside of NYC. We see each other every weekend, and we eagerly anticipate the opening of the campground for our second summer together.