Like many, we were a bit nervous on our first trip, had no idea what to expect, the type of people we would meet or if we would share where we were going. While standing in the terminal waiting for our flight to Cancun we noticed a small group of what appeared to be very fun couples. We happened to line up with one of the couples as we boarded the plane. They asked us what resort we were staying at. No harm in sharing with a stranger where we are heading, right? As soon as we told them they bust out laughing and the guys yells out to the rest of the group well ahead of us, "Hey Rob, they are going to Temptation! I told you so!" Our little secret just got tossed out there for the entire terminal to know. LOL!!! Looking forward to being on the other side of the airport game this trip.
Since we're telling airport/flight stories: We've had some memorable in-flight fun when seated apart but in the same row, the jets always having a 3x2 seating configuration. It affords better opportunity to converse with others and we've been fortunate in having good luck of the draw with seatmates we've found, ummmm, interesting. Trip #2, during the flight down we'd both chosen aisle seats in the same row. As fortune would have it, Ms Skibum was seated with a group of five women, all around age 30ish, two beside her and three in front. All were easy on the eyes. They were heading down for a week-long girls getaway on the Cancun beach strip and to say they were getting a proper start to the trip would be accurate. The drinks cart made frequent stops beside us and their credit cards were getting a good workout. Jeez, that's so odd, right! Over the course of the flight Ms Skibum was drawn into their conversation which, of course, included the "where are you staying" question. We were both also in fine form by the time that came up so she wasn't evasive. They all wanted to know more, two of them in particular. Ms Skibum kept most of her intel about theme nights/costumes, topless optional, a bit about the afternoon poolside games, and us co-ordinating this trip to meet a group we'd met there last time. When they said they wanted to go on a booze cruise my eyes glazed over and Ms Skibum gave me the "don't you effin' dare!" stare. We descibed the Boobs Cruise in the gentlest way possible and told them to Google it at their hotel. It was a very fun flight and we touched down fully primed to hit the Sexy Pool. Once through customs we saw them again at the baggage carousel, all giggles as the walking about had allowed the booze to really hit them. Finally grabbing our luggage and turning to leave we found the two who'd been asking the most questions standing a few feet behind us. We said, "Have fun, don't do anything we wouldn't do." Their response nearly made me cry. "Oh my god, we so want to go where you're going!" I still blame my rotator cuff pain on Ms Skibum dragging me towards the exit. Trip #2 (it was a good'er!), as we were milling around our boarding area in the Cancun airport for a 6pm flight home I spotted a very attractive early 30's lady and, being the polite and transparent hubby I am, pointed her out to my cuter half. Ms Skibum said something like, "Awwww, but we're not in heaven anymore. Oh look, there's her man. Damn, he's a cutey too". With remnants of a weeks worth of pharmaceutical enhancements still coursing through my vein(s) I was still in vacation mode so soon made eye contact. Ms Skibum noticed the other lady returning the favour and joked, "Oh god, don't you dare get arrested in Mexico." Then the boarding call came. I found my seat, a window, with Ms Skibum getting the opposing aisle seat in the same row. Guess who sat down beside yours truly! OK, not the lady but her guy, she took the other aisle seat. Introductions were made all around and conversation ensued. As it turned out, they were honeymooners, having just spent two weeks at Sandals Riviera Maya. At first I was vague answering their question of where we'd gone, steering talk towards their scuba excursions. Eventually I caved. replying with "TTR". He asked what TTR was. I said "Temptation Resort". Her eyes popped! He said he'd never heard of it, her response was, "Ohhhh, I've read about that place." Over the next 15 minutes I did my best to explain the TTR experience without causing too much alarm. I must have done a decent job of it as later during the flight he said, "You know, your resort sounds a hell of a lot more fun than Sandals was. You can bet we'll be Googling it when we get home". Who knows, maybe they've since been converted.
Good airport story? Told it before... sitting in Orlando waiting to fly down and start talking to three other couples... never mentioned where we were going but after a while one of the guys looks at me and says "Swingers for life?" Excuse me? (No idea where that came from...) Your bracelet.. black is for Singers for Life. Right? Um.. this is my fitbit. Conversation sort of dropped off after that.... Which is why I always say... screw the color of wristbands someone is wearing, if interested ask. Jamie
