BAD NEWS

The hottest guy on the ship, the one I've been referring to as my boyfriend for three weeks (just to my friends of course) is leaving at the end of this cruise.

On the crew, there are 5 girls for every guy, so to find one that is hot and funny is rare. I found him the first week, and it's been keeping me from going insane ever since.

I just ran into him. OH MY GOD HE IS HOT. I think he's a man-whore, but who cares. It was fun to dream. He's doing a show tonight, involving semi-drag. (WHAT? I know.) "but I'm not gay." Okay...good to know!

It's my last one. I'm leaving for another ship at the end of the week"

"WHAT? Oooooh bummer (name). We were just getting to know each other!"

"I know. It's sad. But at least we have four more days, right?"

"What?"

"Nothing (killer smile that says I want you Michelle)."

AND there's another crew party tonight. involving swimsuits and beer. God help me (and him).

The next four days could be very interesting!