It’s Saturday. We get back to Florida tomorrow morning. This is just a sea day, cruising along. I’ve really wanted to like the cruise, and I’m bummed that it hasn’t met my expectations. Maybe I could convince myself that it’s OK, because I’d like to be in a sexy environment with a lot of people, many of whom would like to have sex with us. But It’s just so fatiguing. Seven days of having to be “on” is just too much for us. I hate having to admit that, but I think it’s true. And everyone has so much ADD. And I really don’t like the pool or getting wet or getting sand on me or not having control of the environment. I sure am being negative. I’m just not sure if we fit the swinger mold. Maybe we’re too picky, which is a bad thing if you’re not really hot, and we’re not really hot. We don’t know how to flirt. The people we meet have often assumed that we’re not swingers because we seem so “proper and classic”. We’re not into bikes or drinking or wild parties. We enjoy talking and having sex. In this environment, if you want to have sex, you have to reach out and grab someone and reel them in, and risk getting dumped in the process. We’re too sensitive for that. We keep our guard up too much and hide in our cabin too much. This place requires you to be good at on-the-spot pick-up lines and we are certainly not. And even if a reasonably attractive couple reached out to us on the spot, my wife and I would want to confer in private to ensure that we’re both content, and you don’t have that option here. If you try to do that, you’ll lose the couple. You’ve got to grab it while you can. This is the first time in a long time (maybe since we started swinging) that I’m seriously starting to wonder if swinging is still right for us. And it’s only going to get worse as the years, wrinkles, and pounds go up.