I met Darian while on a Mediterranean cruise with my extended family. The tall, smug African was the bartender in the Schooner Cocktail Lounge, which, not coincidentally, became my favorite bar on the ship. One night, my husband took me for a late night *******. Laying on the charm, Darian put his arm around husband's shoulder and stage-whispered into his ear: "You have a beautiful wife. You better watch her."
"And you," he said, clutching my hand in both of his with mock gravitas, "you stay out of trouble." I nodded and discreetly stashed away the note, bearing simply a time and a room number in the crew's quarters, that Darian had slipped into my hand. Duly impressed and with my husband's blessing, I let him show me his other tricks later that night.
Jill
"And you," he said, clutching my hand in both of his with mock gravitas, "you stay out of trouble." I nodded and discreetly stashed away the note, bearing simply a time and a room number in the crew's quarters, that Darian had slipped into my hand. Duly impressed and with my husband's blessing, I let him show me his other tricks later that night.
Jill
