After about two weeks, I was told I would be moving rooms. I was going to be living with the Zimbabwean girl from camp. I was excited to finally have a social life, at least I would have someone to talk to, since I would be living with her. She didn't like going out though, and didn't drink, which is rare on a ship! A few days in, I talked my roommate into going to the crew bar. I had been afraid I would get lost trying to find it myself and I didn't really know anyone yet to talk to at crew bar. But I did know the Canadian and American frequented the CB (that was our code word for crew bar when we talked about it in front of the kids).
After a few weeks of being on board I finally got in with the American and Canadian. They actually started inviting me to go with them to the CB! We were also the lucky ship that had an overnight in Nassau and the place to be was Bambu, the local club! When we were in port, Bambu would only let crew members in when they showed their IDs, so it was like the CB but at a legit club. I loved Bambu, I loved to dance. I could by cheap drinks at the CB, since crew got a discount on alcohol, then go to Bambu quite tipsy and dance like a fool!
My roommate never went with us because she didn't drink. She had a boyfriend at home, but so did just about every crew member. She was faithful, though many, if not most crew, were not. Sometimes she would have "guy friends" over, but she would ask them to leave as soon as I got to the room, even though I always told her it was fine.
I was very uncertain of myself, low confidence and anxiety kept me from having any flings with men. I did dance with guys at Bambu, even kissed one once, but never anything more. I was just taking in my surroundings, wading in a pool of mystery that was cruise ship life.
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