Romancing the california stud-muffin, part I

The view from my cabin balcony, very early in the morning...

We had met the night before. As usual, I was dancing up a storm on the dance floor, and quite happy to get up, boogie, bump and grind with anyone who would be willing to follow my crazy rythms. After a few songs, I got thirsty, walked over to my table, where my drink was waiting for me. I gulfed it down and walked straight back to the dance floor, ready for more. As I was making my way through the crowd, I heard a voice from behind say "Can I dance with you?" I didn't even know where the voice came from. I didn't even turn around. "Sure! Come and join me on the dance floor."

I made it to the centre of the dance floor, and turned around to face my dancing partner. He was younger, (well only a few years, love) very cute, something hispanic about him, love the messed-up hair, great smile, and he was very, very turned on. Perfect! I thought. Un ptit tour de manège? Pourquoi pas. On the dance floor, we went a bit crazy, and I have to admit, my bumping & grinding was a bit over the top, but hey, nobody was complaining, and give me a break, I was on vacation. It's my god-given right.

After a few songs, I took him by the hand back to the table, he got me a drink (in my case a bottle of water) and got himself one. He was looking at me a bit googly-eyed, in complete awe; I thought he was adorable. I could have just made one bite out of him. But then again, he was sooo drunk. He will be of no use to me, I thought. Damn.

Me, drawing conclusions, yet smiling

-Thanks for the dance...I'm tired. I think I'll go back to my cabin.

Him, a bit panicked and eager

-Already? Now? Can I take you?

Me, laughing and looking straight at him

-Sweetie....you're too drunk...you'll be of no use to me...Let's see each other tomorrow, when you'll be sobered up...

Him, quickly regaining conscience

-I'm not drunk! I'm OK! See, I'm fine! I didn't have that many drinks!

Ok, I thought. He's cute. Ladies, this one's mine.

Me, in a cheeky tone, ackowledging the fact that a) he's horny as hell and b) I'm getting there.

-OK then. You can walk me back. But I am not sleeping with you! You are just taking me to my cabin, OK? You promise to behave? You will be a good boy?

Him, willing to say anything to take me back to my cabin

-OK, sure. I promise. Yes.

We made it to the cabin, giggling, flirting outrageously, and of course, taking advantage of stopped elevators to kiss. We stopped in front of the cabin door, and waited for a ship employee to pass us before kissing goodnight.

Him, being the good boy I asked him to be

-Well, good night...

Me, smiling, and taking him by the hand whilst opening my cabin door

-I'm sure it will be...

Him

-??

Me, enjoying every second

-Come on, sweetie, it's tomorrow already!

And the cabin door closes on part I; stay tuned for our next episode. :)