When you tell people that you're going on a 7-day, 7-night cruise with someone you barely know, responses will vary:
Me: "I'm going on a cruise with a man that I sort-of know."
Friend A: "Of course you are."
Friend B: "You didn't meet this guy online, did you?"
Grandmother-figure: "Please bring me back a magnet."
Mom: "Do you think you're going to fool around?" followed by my first real Birds and the Bees Talk.
Co-worker: "I'll get you the best-ever waterproof mascara."
Boss: "Are you going to end up moving somewhere? Because I just got you trained."
Friend D: "What if you get chopped up and thrown overboard? Haven't you seen Dexter?"
Guy friend: "Sweeeeeeeet."
Friend E: "Am I supposed to talk you into your senses or be supportive right now?"
Boss #2: "Exactly how funny is this guy?"
Friend D: "There are a lot of places you can go on a cruise ship to get away from someone."
Co-worker #2: Glare.
Aunt: "I have a velvety, sparkly dress for you to wear in case you have dinner with the captain."
Cousin: "What did your mother say?"
Cousin's husband: "hee hee hee..."
Parents: "Please get pregnant."
It's against my religion to get pregnant on a cruise ship, so no worries there.
I am back and unchopped; maybe a little bit sparkley, as the sun will do that to you.
