Last Wednesday I was in Rotterdam for the first visit of the largest cruise ship in the world, the Queen Mary 2. She was awesome, so big you had to step back a lot in order to get the whole ship in one photograph. It was so crowded! The newspapers said later there were 200,000 people, and I believe it! I was there with my brother André who's gay, so we were checking out all the men in there. We usually have the same taste you know. Most of them didn't merit a second look, but there was this one guy who looked so fine! His hair was receding, short, dark streaked with grey. He was about 6' and had a great body, a nice full figure.... André and I had a long discussion about him, all without him knowing of course. I argued I preferred love handles over a guy who smoked, but he said he wouldn't turn Brad Pitt away if he knocked on his door holding a cigarette. Well, I'm not so fond of Brad Pitt, too handsome and he knows it. And I just hate kissing an ashtray!
Anyway, the crowds were really thick as the QM2 sailed out again, and I suddenly felt another body pressed up hard against my back. I wanted to turn my head to tell him – or her – it wasn't necessary to come that close to me, but he covered my mouth with his hand and whispered in my ear: "don't scream, don't look, just feel me..." Oh, and I did. I felt something hard press against my butt, and two hands go around me. Startled, I looked to see if André had noticed, but he was standing two steps ahead of me, in a lengthy discussion with another cute guy. In fact everybody's eyes were on the Queen and nobody noticed us.
