Be Careful What You Cruise For
I had been bored to tears for the first six days of the seven day cruise I was on. It had been billed as a singles only cruise with lots of opportunities to ‘hook up’ with the opposite s*x and the cost had been so ridiculously low that I hadn’t been able to resist. Unfortunately it seemed that every single woman on the ship was either ninety-three or built like a beluga whale. I had been hoping to meet smart, intelligent, sassy, together, elegant, slender, thirtyish women in short skirts or bikinis who were looking for a no strings roll in the hay. Instead I had encountered nothing but dull, pasty, fat, old, unappetizing, over-the-hill slobs in pant suits or mu-mus who unfortunately were clearly looking for a roll plus commitment.
Further complicating thing
