Sunday marked a year since I met The Wedding Date. Today marks a month until we set sail on our first cruise as a couple. To say I’m excited is an understatement—I’m ecstatic, so ecstatic in fact that I’ve already begun trying on all of my formal wear and managed to get myself stuck inside the pink halter I bought at Jomar—but I’m also nervous.
We’ve never been on vacation together before, unless you count Boston back in January and that was only one night. Our cruise is six nights. Six nights is a long time when you still haven’t mastered the art of actually sleeping next to your significant other.
I’m also one of those people who likes her space and even though Royal Caribbean’s Vision Class cruise ships hold several thousand passengers, our room doesn’t. We’re staying in an “interior stateroom” which is cruise-talk for Small-windowless-cell-because-you-can’t-afford-anything-else.
Our agent didn’t call it that, of course; she called it “the most economic option” but now she’s teasing me that she booked us the “boiler room special” so who knows. We’ll either have the time of our lives or we’ll end up killing each other and I’ll have to draw upon my vast knowledge of Law and Order re-runs to make it look like an accident.
(Unless of course he kills me first, in which case, it was nice knowing all of you.)
There’s also the scandal factor. Yes, I know it’s 2012, and yes, I know I’m almost 27, but I’ve never gone on vacation with a man before. I went camping once with my boyfriend shortly after graduating from college but again, it was just one night. I may run around in stilettos and spend an inordinate amount of time talking about men but I’m really quite the Victorian at heart. The Wedding Date and I aren’t married. We’re not even engaged. And we’re going away for a week together! What will the neighbors think?
(By which I of course mean what do you all think?)
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