When I drink I have a tendency to flirt. When I don’t drink I have a tendency to flirt. No matter what state I am in, I have a tendency to flirt. It’s not always on purpose – in fact mostly I don’t realise what I’m doing until I walk away from a situation.
This particular story happened two days before I signed off the ship. It’s customary that the night before your final day you get rip-roaringly drunk and celebrate the end of your contract. On this particular night there was dancing and flirting and far too much alcohol.
Like all the best stories I was walking back to my cabin on my own – when down the hall I spotted one of my Indian security guard friends. Knowing full well I was intoxicated I decided instead of avoiding him I’d bounce up to him and say hello – I don’t remember much of the conversation, however I do remember kissing him. Leaning into his body and him biting my lip. Then I stole his name badge and ran away…
Bunk Beds & Break Waves. 