My family and I returned from our first big trip last week. Two days at Disney World and then three days on the Weezer Cruise, sponsored by Carnival Cruise Line. For those who might not know, Weezer is a rock band that has been around for 20 years.
(My husband’s stepbrother thought it was a cruise for people with asthma. LOL)
If you’ve never been on a concert cruise, it’s noisy. But the Weezer fans were surprisingly courteous, and I didn’t hear much of anything after midnight. Except for a two brief outburst from the guy next door. The second night at sea I was ripped from a deep sleep by a male voice wailing, “I don’t want to die alone.” I debated climbing from bed to make sure he wasn’t standing on the balcony railing preparing to jump, but then I thought he wouldn’t be alone if I went out there. It just seemed less risky to go back to sleep.
The next morning I mentioned the incident to my husband, and he told me it was the anthem of single people. I haven’t been single for a while, but it seems like I would have remembered that song. The last night at sea the same guy woke me up again. “I don’t care if she gets friendly with a different guy every night,” he said. “Good for her. Good for her.” (Edited for G rating)
I don’t know if it was the social worker or romance author in me that wanted to give him a hug, but the sadness in his voice broke my heart. I was reminded of how tough it can be to be single when you really want to fall in love and get married. Meeting potential partners who want the same thing seems especially hard.
Maybe the English had it right. Regency romances often make use of the marriage mart in London as a meeting place for the hero and heroine. Social events during the Season provided opportunities for eligible gentlemen and young ladies to mingle for the purpose of making a match. Granted, love wasn’t necessarily factored into the arrangement. Couples married to improve their status, to increase the family funds, or to build political alliances. But at least they had a place to go where they knew people were looking for the same thing.
So, here’s an idea, Disney Cruise Line. Why don’t you have a cruise just for people looking for a happily ever after?
And here’s a question for readers: How did your parents or grandparents meet?
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