"BEN! What. The. Hell!?" you demand, looking at the line of people boarding the ship.
"What?" he replies, staring around him. Ben was horribly nearsighted, but, as was typical for him, refused to spend money on a pair of glasses. By his reasoning, since he didn't own a car and didn't drive, why should he waste money on glasses.
"They're all GUYS!" you continue, trying to explain to him the problem. "What did you do? Book us on Gay America Cruise-lines or something?!"
"Eh, so they only book all male cruises, so what? They were the cheapest. Their literature didn't say anything about gay or straight. Besides, so what if it is a gay thing-- you only requested I find a ship going somewhere warm, nothing else," he replies, messing with a rope holding his suitcase shut.
Inwardly you groan. When Ben had come to you with the idea of escaping the frigid Minnesota February weather on a cruise ship, your first instinct had been to make certain he wasn't talking about an Alaskan cruise. When he told you it was, in fact, to somewhere tropical, you'd foolishly stopped asking questions. Images of shapely young, bikini wearing woman lounging in the sun on deck chairs by the ship's pool had overwhelmed your common sense. OF COURSE with Ben there was always a drawback! This was the guy who had continued to date high school kids (and now, belatedly, you recall he didn't seem to care whether the kid was male or female) all the way into his thirties, and only stopped when the local second run movie theater ended it's "Thursdays are half price day for high school students" special.
Now it appeared the folks lounging by the pool would be men, and a distressing number seemed to be in the "Over 40 and out of shape" category. Maybe younger guys just didn't have the money.
"Never mind," you mumble back to Ben, hoisting your luggage as the line moves forward. "Just please tell me that our cabin isn't IN the engine room!"
"No, of course not. I asked," Ben replies earnestly. "In fact we are staying on the..."