Hmmmm. Sex afloat. Where do I begin?
I spent 18 months living on a Grampian
26 when I was 23-24. I had a drop dead gorgeous girlfriend by the name of Terri. We first met in September, and things were just peachy. Come winter, it became an adventure. Gramps are single
, no insulation
except the balsa core
in the overhead and the decks. I also neglected to put a green house on her because I wanted to win some dopey prize for being the earliest boat to be sailing in the New Year, and figured January 01 at 00:30 was about as early as you can get.
So, it was bloody cold. -25 C at times. 2 electric
heaters going full blast. Our breath condensing on the overhead while cooking
dinner on the alcohol stove, or even just breathing. Now imagine having to stop every few minutes to take a paper towel and wipe down the overhead because as you got hotter and heavier, the rain got more intense. I went through more rolls of paper towels in that one winter than I did in the next 3 years of living ashore.
Disposing of condoms. Normal people toss them into the bin and out with the trash. Not me, oh no, Stood up, opened the forward hatch
and tossed it over the side. Wind
grabbed it and sailed it over the dock
towards one of the other live aboards. Then deposited it neatly through a 12 inch square vent in their green house, and plunked it down on their forward hatch
. I chuckled. Terri asked me what I was laughing about so I showed her. Oh brother. She flipped, demanded I go over there to retrieve it. Not a chance in hell. There it stayed. The other guy was scratching his head
Terri decided one day that I should have a ships cat, so she bought me a little tabby. Cute kitten, used to hop up on the V berth while we slept. Then it hopped up there one night while we were making out. Inquisitive little bugger. Stuck his nose in the wrong spot, Terri bounced off the overhead. Bad kitty.
There are more but hey, those were the funnest. Damn those were good days. I had the world by the throat. Long time ago, a different life.