Blind Date Cruise
So Imagine this, you are on a cruise with a guy that you have never met before, never seen, never spoken to or even heard of. You have to sleep in the same room and same bed with this guy for seven entire days. Would you be down? Would you be afraid? This is the situation that I created for myself after my original cruise companion flaked on me last minute. I will forever be the designer of my own catastrophe. I try things that many won’t and hope I live to tell the story. Well, I survived another wild ass adventure and I’m here to share with you all. So read with me as I tell you how two imperfect strangers became friends and lovers in seven days.
Logistics:
This cruise was totally free for #Guy72 -transportation was also free because I drove my car and paid for the gas to get to and from our deporting port of Baltimore. He arranged for parking at a friends’ in Baltimore and then paid for the Lyft to get us to and from the port!
He also paid for some of the drinks on the cruise. We alternated.
Not My Type of Guy… AT ALL:
He is not the type of guy that I normally date. He’s actually a great guy, a really great guy! I’m so accustomed to dealing with yalls’ raggedy ass uncircumcised brothers that I wasn’t prepared to receive such greatness. Guy72 is an engineer, a comedian, and a capoeira instructor. He’s all about social justice and he loves the art of writing as much as me- he blogs for the paper. Pretty dope right!!!! He’s into all kinds of shit that I’m not. He likes cats and has Obie kaNobie swords ⚔️, dresses up in comic book characterized costumes and has piercings in weird places. I needed something new and refreshing and that’s what he was. I appreciated the different vibe he had and I loved the energy he put into my atmosphere. He’s the type of guy that will cuddle with you, read with you, teach you, and adore you. Like I said, he’s not the type of guy that I typically date. The ones I date get you pregnant and abandon you- or they agree to go on trips with you and pull out last minute- or they have secret lives and secret wives. Simply put- I date a lot of assholes. 72 is not! He and I enjoyed each other every day on that cruise and not in a sexual way like I’m accustomed to but in a natural way, the way you people probably enjoy each other. We went to shows, swam in the ocean, enjoyed dinners, sat in the sun, talked about politics, and watched movies in the nude. It was pretty remarkable. The days went by quickly- so quickly I didn’t want it to end. When I got back home I woke up the following morning looking for him. I missed his presence.
Favorite Moments:
-Sitting in the hot tub while the rain kissed our faces. It rained a lot while we were there but it was romantic and I love romance.
-Cuddling on the deck in the covered, pillowed cabanas. I had plans for them cabanas but he wasn’t with the shits. Even still…. laying in the still of the night, feeling the breeze- the cadence of his breath matching my own, it felt like magic. We lay like that for hours until we were asleep, presumably dreaming of each other.
-The fluidity of it all. We held hands and walked arm in arm as if we had known each other for years. He held me as is if I belonged to him. It felt so safe. He felt like a safe place.
Love Connection:
Eh-probably not. Would I date him – absolutely! The problem is, I’m not sure if he’d date me. Let me tell you where I think I went wrong. It was probably on the dance floor. On one of my many drunken nights, we went to the ships dance club. It was “hood night” – all the hood songs came on and I was on my ratchet shit. I danced and danced and danced. He did not look impressed. It wasn’t the dance moves that seemed to annoy him, rather my adoration for them City Girl tracks. I’m not sure what kind of music he likes but I know it ain’t trap music. I, on the other hand, enjoys a good bust down Thotiana after my wine and crumpets. Or maybe things went wrong on the ship’s Night of Elegance when I was everything but elegant. It was another of my drunken nights at the dinner table – I broke a wine glass and hid the pieces under the bread. I may or may not have tried to dance on top of the chair that night. He had to carry me out of the dining hall. He did not look impressed. Damn you Tequila- you ruin everything. Number 72 is just so quiet, passive and reserved and he doesn’t dance, he drinks in moderation and is a walking history book. We are different -very different! But I adored him, he only tolerated me. He hasn’t called since the cruise.
Did We or Didn’t We:
On night one when our day ended and it was time for bed – I undressed, fully and slowly in front of him. In all fairness, I wasn’t trying to seduce him, I’m just very comfortable being nude. I undress in front of everybody. Anyways, it didn’t phase him….he said nothing and we did nothing. Day 2- the same, Day 3-repeat. Initially, he would look away so not to make me uncomfortable, but by Day 4 it was our norm. I’d undress and ask if he preferred that I wore clothes to bed, he’d say “you’ve been nude this whole time why stop now “. On the fifth night and after five shots of tequila – things changed. We came into the room and as normal- I undressed – except this time I looked at him and asked him to do the same. My nudity would no longer serve as a flawed picture on our room wall, it would become a playground or would it? 🤔
