After being reassured that my location counts as public...
...it was on the deck of a cruise ship in the middle of the Ocean. Visualise the most picturesque night sky occasionally fractured by lightenning bolts with not a drop of rain in sight. The man that had become my holiday romance (and now a dear friend) looked up from under me and I thought what a perfect moment it was to be alive.

What puts a dampner on the story somewhat is the fact that we had neglected to tell eachother it was both our first times (teenagers on a boat, go figure!). We sort of exchanged glances of 'Well, now what the fuck do we do?'. The answer was get dressed sharpish as the 'wall' I thought we were concealed behind suddenly lit up to reveal they were infact the gym windows. I'm still not sure just how much the cleaner saw but luckily it was the last night so it didn't really matter


Still sore from earlier pop
(Gherkinlasagna is probably doing something stupid on, Tue 28 Apr 2009, 15:39, Reply)