I was 28, I was single; I was not looking forward to the annual co-worker invitation to Thanksgiving dinner with their family; I HATE TURKEY. So, I contacted my last minute travel club to see about a cruise. I was able to get an inside cabin on the Britannis over Thanksgiving week; instant excuse to turn down Thanksgiving invitations.
I flew to Montego Bay to join the ship. I was put at a table for eight all of us single; all EXCEPT me canuck. I had a fantastic time. Sailed to Aruba, Cartagena, San Blas Islands, and Panama. Thanksgiving day was actually French night so I didn't have to eat turkey. I found out at end of cruise that all the canucks were staying on for another week at a resort in Montego Bay; I was tempted to call the boss and ask for another week off. Instead, I spent the day at the resort until my flight left and ended up booking the same resort for my 30th birthday two years later.
After a year of being nagged by my DW and DD I finally consented to go just to shut them up. That was in 1997 and we sailed on the Monarch of The Seas. I fell in love with cruising when we walked out of the terminal onto the pier where the ship was docked. That was in San Juan. I fell in love before we even boarded the ship. I looked and saw the ship and it was all over for me or should I say it all started for me. My wife booked that cruise and I've booked all of them since (30). Thank goodness there is no 12 step program for cruising.