Greetings all. I've been a long time lurker to this site and have always been educated and entertained by the many posts I've read over the years. So the day has finally come to post my first thread. Hopefully it is "thread worthy."
A little background before I get into the meat of the story. I've been married going on 10 years with 2 kids and have worked at my company for the same amount of time. Our company rewards all of the employees with an annual trip if financial goals are met. In the past, my wife went with me, however this time she was unable to attend. So, this time I was traveling solo along with several of other co-workers in the same boat and with the married couples. The trip lasted 5 days/4 nights on a Carribbean island.
This may be a long read but here it goes...
Day 1
Arrive at airport in the morning and commence drinking a couple of rounds with fellow travelers. Board plane and fly to connecting city. Arrive at connecting city and proceed to drink another round before boarding flight to tropical locale. I arrived at my seat (which was sandwiched between two 60-something old ladies) and was asked to switch seats so hubby and wifey can sit together. I didn't mind since I would be seating next to ones of my buds. He has window, me middle. Last passenger boards flight and proceeds to sit next to me. Early 30's, attractive, single female who looked (was) a little hung-over. Introductions are made and conversation begins once airborne (3 1/2 hours). The drink cart finally arrives and we proceed to drink 5 vodkas and cranberry drinks each over the course of the flight.
I will admit (in my eyes) we have some type of connection going on because the 3 1/2 hours were over in no time. It was refreshing to meet someone who is on the same page as you and both parties have so many things in common. We determine that we are going to the same resort for the first time. During the course of the flight we discuss various topics: relationships, jobs, jokes, movies, music, drinking, my marriage, dildos, hoes, and borderline raunchy laugh inducing items. All three of us are having a ball and are the only group on the plane laughing and getting louder by the drink. She mentions that she respects marriage, but finds every opportune chance to rub my arm or touch me. Granted, what hot-blooded male doesn't like to feel a women's touch on them? However, she was flirty and all of the touching was PG-13 rated.
We arrive at our destination and go through customs. Introductions are made between her and some of my other companions. She elects to hang with our group. Throughout the customs process, all of the officials assume she is my wife. She actually calls herself my customs wife. Once cleared, I ask her how she is getting to the hotel. She said she forgot all of her docs at home and couldn't remember what company was handling her transfer. I and several others in my group offer her transportation on our bus since it probably wasn't a good idea to be a lone women traveling via taxi in a 3rd world country. She cheerfully accepts and elects to sit next to me on the bus. Once we arrive at the hotel and get our check-in packets on the bus, she grabs mine and writes her cell phone on it and says to call her sometime. I thought this was strange since she just met me. I am the last to check-in from my group and notice she is having trouble. She didn't have her confirmation and the hotel couldn't find her in the system. She was meeting 8-9 friends there, and one of them was supposed to handle everything for her. I offered to wait with her, but she said it would be okay. I gave her my room number just in case she needed assistance. I then left and went to my room. Later, I met friends and have dinner and drinks and then retire for the evening.
Day 2
I awake and have breakfast with my office mate and buddy. He mentions that he and his wife ran into (fictional name) Shelly the previous night and that she found her friends. My friend and his wife were introduced to her friends. He said she wanted him to say hi to me from her the next time he saw me. After breakfast was over, he and I checked out the resort and commenced drinking and partying at the pool my company elected to stake out during the duration of our stay. Fun was had by all. Late night.
Day 3
Awake and get room service. Arrive at pool and start partying with friends. My buddy mentions that he and his wife once again run into Shelly and her friends and says she says hi to me again. Ok, no big deal. In the early afternoon, I have to go back to my room. On the way back to our party location, I notice Shelly and her very colorful hat she brought with her at another pool. Being the polite gentleman I am, I entered the pool area and said hi. She jumped up and gave me a hug. We spoke for a few minutes and shared our horror stories about the strange check-ins issues we had. I got the feeling she was a little uncomfortable and wanted to get back to her friends. No problem, I understand and invited them to all come and visit my group if they wanted to at the other pool. Promptly left and spent the remainder of the day with my friends drinking, body surfing in the ocean, and exploring the property. Much later in the evening, a group of us met with some of the other employees that had just arrived that afternoon. We went to the casino and gamble a bit. Then we all decided to go to the club as a group. We were having a bunch of fun; one of the wives ended up dancing with a midget. Much later, (approx. 3am) half of our group were still in the club. I was really drunk and minding my own business when I notice a person coming up to me from my left side. I turn and it's Shelly; who decides to dance with me for a song. It's loud as hell, so conversation was hard to carry on. I offer to buy her a drink. She accepts and then says she needs to find her friend. I help her for a few minutes, but Shelly's friend couldn't be located. Shelly asks me to wait for her by the bar, so I comply and hang with some friends who were still in the club. I notice she talks to a guy for about a minute who was kindva lurking around us, but I didn't think too much about it. About 10 minutes go by and I decide to look for Shelly since I was holding a bottle of something for her; plus I was sorta at the end of my endurance for the day. There are pillars in the club that obscure the view of the bar on the other side. I arrive at the other side of the club and find Shelly hanging out at the end of that bar by herself with a completely different drink in her hand. Strange; she must be a fast drinker. Anyway, I ask her if she found her friend and she says no and then proceeds to strike up a conversation with the lurking dude behind me. Weird. I decide to place her bottle on the bar and leave to crash for the day.
Day 4
I attend an excursion with some of the other employees and we get back in the early afternoon. A bunch of us hang out at some other pools and decide to go back to our original party pool around 4pm. As I am standing at the bar, my office mate and his wife are talking to me and looking in the opposite direction. My buddy says, guess who's heading this way; Shelly As soon as he says this, I notice she walks past our group. I don't say anything, but my bud's wife is pissed. She said Shelly looked her right in the face, turned away and kept walking. I said what was that about and bud's wife says it was probably because I was standing there. Ok then. Interesting.
In the early evening at dinner, a decision was reached by the group to party until all of the clubs closed. This was our last night there, so we were going to go out with a bang. Around 8:45pm, married friends of mine and I were talking. I ask friends wife (who wanted to be kept in the loop on all activities regarding Shelly since she and I are cool and compared this to some type of Jerry Springer show) what the over and under was for a Shelly contact? We agreed on 3 hours. So Shelly had to approach me by midnight for bud's wife to win the bet (her hubby would get breakfast bought by me all week or vise versa). Anyway, a group of us end up closing the open club and proceed to get some food at 2:30am. Bud and wife already left around 1:30am. I'm sitting in the cafe eating and guess who walks up and says hi? Of course it's Shelly. Wow. I won the bet. Anyway, I ask what she was up to and she mentions that her and her friends closed down the same club. Funny, I didn't notice her, but I wasn't really looking for her. She decides to eat outside the cafe with her friends while I proceed to finish with my party. A little later, while I am standing up and talking to my group, I notice someone approaching me from my left side again. As I turn, I realize its Shelly and she walks up and gives me a big kiss on my left cheek. Alright. She then immediately leaves and returns to her friends. Not sure what to make of this, but I continue to hang with friends. We decide to leave a few minutes later since one of the guys in our group is walking sideways and needs to get to bed. My drunk buddy ends up stumbling into Shelly and her friends' table. I notice some dude come out of the cafe and give Shelly a shot. One of Shelly's friends looks pissed and yells at Shelly saying "Shelly. We need to leave right now!" I grab my friend and as we turn to leave, I hear her other friend say "Is that the guy you met on the plane?" I didn't hear the rest of the conversation. After I drop my buddy off at his room, I go and crash out.
Day 5
Checkout and arrive at airport. I notice Shelly is in line already and had traveled by other means. She waves, I wave back. I'm still in line when she comes over to talk to me. As I turn, my hand is in an ackward position and she comments "A handshake. Are you serious?" and promptly hugs me again. We talk and she says that she will ask to switch seats with someone and sit by me again. I remark whatever since I really need some sleep. My group almost miss the flight, but make it just in time. She smiles as I go by. I find my seat and notice someone leaves her row. A few minutes later, some dude sits down next to her. Plane takes off. After about 30 minutes, I listen to some tunes and fall asleep. Wake up about 20 minutes out from connecting city. As I am exiting the plane, I think I've seen the last of Shelly. Not sure what to think. It was fun going down to our destination, but unsure what the f**k her game was at the resort. Anyway, I clear customs with my original bud from the first flight when we both met Shelly. My other friends got picked for a random. So I leave the vicinity and arrive at the area where you decide what gate to go to. I'm standing there waiting and once again someone sneaks up on my left blind side. You guessed it. Shelly come on down. She promptly walks up to me again, plants a big kiss on my left cheek, and give me a big hug. She speaks first and says that she decided not to switch seats with the guy next to me since I was sleeping. OK. I ask her what gate she is leaving from and she mentions C7. I let out a big laugh and show her my boarding pass which is C9. Since the gates are next to each other, I spout out a corny line "Can I escort you to your gate, madam?" and give a little bow. She can't. She says that she met a friend of hers on the plane she didn't know was on it. It was his birthday and they were going to celebrate it in the airport before they both departed. I say no problem. I asked where said friend was and Shelly says he is in the restroom. Shelly then proceeds to ask me to call her sometime. She lives on the east coast and I live in the midwest. I mention that I didn't keep her phone number. She acts hurt by this and then her friend walks up. Yep. Its the dude the switched seats at the beginning of the flight. Oh well. So I say, do you remember the name of the company I work for? She did and I said if you want to talk to me, then you need to call me. I turned and walked away. Flight back home was fun. My buddy's wife who wanted to be kept in the loop said she was crazy. We had fun trying to puzzle out the motives of Shelly.
Anyway, that's the story. Sorry it's long, but at least it isn't as long as the snake joke story. In my early years, I had my fill of girls who had some issue or another. One even had a split personality (story for another time?) I guess I'm sharing this with you to figure out what Shelly's agenda was or if I should have done something different. My buddy's wife thinks Shelly is some nut and says good riddance. It definitely was fun speculating though. Shelly, if you read this, please call........hahahaha.
See ya.
A little background before I get into the meat of the story. I've been married going on 10 years with 2 kids and have worked at my company for the same amount of time. Our company rewards all of the employees with an annual trip if financial goals are met. In the past, my wife went with me, however this time she was unable to attend. So, this time I was traveling solo along with several of other co-workers in the same boat and with the married couples. The trip lasted 5 days/4 nights on a Carribbean island.
This may be a long read but here it goes...
Day 1
Arrive at airport in the morning and commence drinking a couple of rounds with fellow travelers. Board plane and fly to connecting city. Arrive at connecting city and proceed to drink another round before boarding flight to tropical locale. I arrived at my seat (which was sandwiched between two 60-something old ladies) and was asked to switch seats so hubby and wifey can sit together. I didn't mind since I would be seating next to ones of my buds. He has window, me middle. Last passenger boards flight and proceeds to sit next to me. Early 30's, attractive, single female who looked (was) a little hung-over. Introductions are made and conversation begins once airborne (3 1/2 hours). The drink cart finally arrives and we proceed to drink 5 vodkas and cranberry drinks each over the course of the flight.
I will admit (in my eyes) we have some type of connection going on because the 3 1/2 hours were over in no time. It was refreshing to meet someone who is on the same page as you and both parties have so many things in common. We determine that we are going to the same resort for the first time. During the course of the flight we discuss various topics: relationships, jobs, jokes, movies, music, drinking, my marriage, dildos, hoes, and borderline raunchy laugh inducing items. All three of us are having a ball and are the only group on the plane laughing and getting louder by the drink. She mentions that she respects marriage, but finds every opportune chance to rub my arm or touch me. Granted, what hot-blooded male doesn't like to feel a women's touch on them? However, she was flirty and all of the touching was PG-13 rated.
We arrive at our destination and go through customs. Introductions are made between her and some of my other companions. She elects to hang with our group. Throughout the customs process, all of the officials assume she is my wife. She actually calls herself my customs wife. Once cleared, I ask her how she is getting to the hotel. She said she forgot all of her docs at home and couldn't remember what company was handling her transfer. I and several others in my group offer her transportation on our bus since it probably wasn't a good idea to be a lone women traveling via taxi in a 3rd world country. She cheerfully accepts and elects to sit next to me on the bus. Once we arrive at the hotel and get our check-in packets on the bus, she grabs mine and writes her cell phone on it and says to call her sometime. I thought this was strange since she just met me. I am the last to check-in from my group and notice she is having trouble. She didn't have her confirmation and the hotel couldn't find her in the system. She was meeting 8-9 friends there, and one of them was supposed to handle everything for her. I offered to wait with her, but she said it would be okay. I gave her my room number just in case she needed assistance. I then left and went to my room. Later, I met friends and have dinner and drinks and then retire for the evening.
Day 2
I awake and have breakfast with my office mate and buddy. He mentions that he and his wife ran into (fictional name) Shelly the previous night and that she found her friends. My friend and his wife were introduced to her friends. He said she wanted him to say hi to me from her the next time he saw me. After breakfast was over, he and I checked out the resort and commenced drinking and partying at the pool my company elected to stake out during the duration of our stay. Fun was had by all. Late night.
Day 3
Awake and get room service. Arrive at pool and start partying with friends. My buddy mentions that he and his wife once again run into Shelly and her friends and says she says hi to me again. Ok, no big deal. In the early afternoon, I have to go back to my room. On the way back to our party location, I notice Shelly and her very colorful hat she brought with her at another pool. Being the polite gentleman I am, I entered the pool area and said hi. She jumped up and gave me a hug. We spoke for a few minutes and shared our horror stories about the strange check-ins issues we had. I got the feeling she was a little uncomfortable and wanted to get back to her friends. No problem, I understand and invited them to all come and visit my group if they wanted to at the other pool. Promptly left and spent the remainder of the day with my friends drinking, body surfing in the ocean, and exploring the property. Much later in the evening, a group of us met with some of the other employees that had just arrived that afternoon. We went to the casino and gamble a bit. Then we all decided to go to the club as a group. We were having a bunch of fun; one of the wives ended up dancing with a midget. Much later, (approx. 3am) half of our group were still in the club. I was really drunk and minding my own business when I notice a person coming up to me from my left side. I turn and it's Shelly; who decides to dance with me for a song. It's loud as hell, so conversation was hard to carry on. I offer to buy her a drink. She accepts and then says she needs to find her friend. I help her for a few minutes, but Shelly's friend couldn't be located. Shelly asks me to wait for her by the bar, so I comply and hang with some friends who were still in the club. I notice she talks to a guy for about a minute who was kindva lurking around us, but I didn't think too much about it. About 10 minutes go by and I decide to look for Shelly since I was holding a bottle of something for her; plus I was sorta at the end of my endurance for the day. There are pillars in the club that obscure the view of the bar on the other side. I arrive at the other side of the club and find Shelly hanging out at the end of that bar by herself with a completely different drink in her hand. Strange; she must be a fast drinker. Anyway, I ask her if she found her friend and she says no and then proceeds to strike up a conversation with the lurking dude behind me. Weird. I decide to place her bottle on the bar and leave to crash for the day.
Day 4
I attend an excursion with some of the other employees and we get back in the early afternoon. A bunch of us hang out at some other pools and decide to go back to our original party pool around 4pm. As I am standing at the bar, my office mate and his wife are talking to me and looking in the opposite direction. My buddy says, guess who's heading this way; Shelly As soon as he says this, I notice she walks past our group. I don't say anything, but my bud's wife is pissed. She said Shelly looked her right in the face, turned away and kept walking. I said what was that about and bud's wife says it was probably because I was standing there. Ok then. Interesting.
In the early evening at dinner, a decision was reached by the group to party until all of the clubs closed. This was our last night there, so we were going to go out with a bang. Around 8:45pm, married friends of mine and I were talking. I ask friends wife (who wanted to be kept in the loop on all activities regarding Shelly since she and I are cool and compared this to some type of Jerry Springer show) what the over and under was for a Shelly contact? We agreed on 3 hours. So Shelly had to approach me by midnight for bud's wife to win the bet (her hubby would get breakfast bought by me all week or vise versa). Anyway, a group of us end up closing the open club and proceed to get some food at 2:30am. Bud and wife already left around 1:30am. I'm sitting in the cafe eating and guess who walks up and says hi? Of course it's Shelly. Wow. I won the bet. Anyway, I ask what she was up to and she mentions that her and her friends closed down the same club. Funny, I didn't notice her, but I wasn't really looking for her. She decides to eat outside the cafe with her friends while I proceed to finish with my party. A little later, while I am standing up and talking to my group, I notice someone approaching me from my left side again. As I turn, I realize its Shelly and she walks up and gives me a big kiss on my left cheek. Alright. She then immediately leaves and returns to her friends. Not sure what to make of this, but I continue to hang with friends. We decide to leave a few minutes later since one of the guys in our group is walking sideways and needs to get to bed. My drunk buddy ends up stumbling into Shelly and her friends' table. I notice some dude come out of the cafe and give Shelly a shot. One of Shelly's friends looks pissed and yells at Shelly saying "Shelly. We need to leave right now!" I grab my friend and as we turn to leave, I hear her other friend say "Is that the guy you met on the plane?" I didn't hear the rest of the conversation. After I drop my buddy off at his room, I go and crash out.
Day 5
Checkout and arrive at airport. I notice Shelly is in line already and had traveled by other means. She waves, I wave back. I'm still in line when she comes over to talk to me. As I turn, my hand is in an ackward position and she comments "A handshake. Are you serious?" and promptly hugs me again. We talk and she says that she will ask to switch seats with someone and sit by me again. I remark whatever since I really need some sleep. My group almost miss the flight, but make it just in time. She smiles as I go by. I find my seat and notice someone leaves her row. A few minutes later, some dude sits down next to her. Plane takes off. After about 30 minutes, I listen to some tunes and fall asleep. Wake up about 20 minutes out from connecting city. As I am exiting the plane, I think I've seen the last of Shelly. Not sure what to think. It was fun going down to our destination, but unsure what the f**k her game was at the resort. Anyway, I clear customs with my original bud from the first flight when we both met Shelly. My other friends got picked for a random. So I leave the vicinity and arrive at the area where you decide what gate to go to. I'm standing there waiting and once again someone sneaks up on my left blind side. You guessed it. Shelly come on down. She promptly walks up to me again, plants a big kiss on my left cheek, and give me a big hug. She speaks first and says that she decided not to switch seats with the guy next to me since I was sleeping. OK. I ask her what gate she is leaving from and she mentions C7. I let out a big laugh and show her my boarding pass which is C9. Since the gates are next to each other, I spout out a corny line "Can I escort you to your gate, madam?" and give a little bow. She can't. She says that she met a friend of hers on the plane she didn't know was on it. It was his birthday and they were going to celebrate it in the airport before they both departed. I say no problem. I asked where said friend was and Shelly says he is in the restroom. Shelly then proceeds to ask me to call her sometime. She lives on the east coast and I live in the midwest. I mention that I didn't keep her phone number. She acts hurt by this and then her friend walks up. Yep. Its the dude the switched seats at the beginning of the flight. Oh well. So I say, do you remember the name of the company I work for? She did and I said if you want to talk to me, then you need to call me. I turned and walked away. Flight back home was fun. My buddy's wife who wanted to be kept in the loop said she was crazy. We had fun trying to puzzle out the motives of Shelly.
Anyway, that's the story. Sorry it's long, but at least it isn't as long as the snake joke story. In my early years, I had my fill of girls who had some issue or another. One even had a split personality (story for another time?) I guess I'm sharing this with you to figure out what Shelly's agenda was or if I should have done something different. My buddy's wife thinks Shelly is some nut and says good riddance. It definitely was fun speculating though. Shelly, if you read this, please call........hahahaha.
See ya.