The ship we were on was huge. While 3,100 passengers sounds like a lot, I was surprised how small it felt. I was surprised about how often I would see the same people over and over. Not only would we see them on the ship, but I would see them in port as well.
I don’t know how many gay people there were on this ship, but there were definitely a bunch of couples. I was seeing them everywhere. There were a group of 4 very hot young guys that I later figured out were 2 couples. There at least 2 older gay couples. And a couple of other gay couples, so all together I spotted about 10 couples.
Like I said in my earlier post, I spent a lot of time on my own on this trip. Sometimes in the afternoon or evening I would watch these couples where ever I found them. Sometimes they were laying out in the sun (in various states of undress) or other times, in the evening at the bar on the Lido deck. I was not watching them simply because some of them were eye candy. I guess, I did appreciate the hot bodies in the sun, but I was really watching the interaction between them.
Like these two guys. At one port we had to take a tender from the ship to the port. While I was talking a picture of these ship behind us, I got these guy taking a selfie of themselves. I didn’t notice them right away, but I found myself watching them too.
Each time I saw one of these couples together, I thought about the Chef. I thought about how much better it would have been if he was there with me. Neither of us have much interest in laying in the sun, but I think we both would have liked being in a shady spot with a book and a frozen drink.
But since I was alone, I could not help but be a little sad.