im going on royal caribbean vision of the seas in about 2 weeks and im going to go to the teen club. im wondering if some guy asks me to be his gf, should i? also is it easy to meet kids near my age? im 14. im so excited for this trip! people say just go for it and it would be alot of fun. i think i will, but whats your opinion?
also is anybody else going on the ship as me on july 27? if you are maybe we can hang out and meet each other at the teen club.
thanks alot
Answer :
Hey.
Im 19 & I find that the teen clubs arent too popular. Its more like you just randomly meet people around the ship.
I was on two cruises. One last year.. I went on spring break to the bahamas and there were TONS of kids. I had random guys talking to me and one father of some kid was trying to hook me up with his son. BUT then I went to puerto rico early may and there were NO kids.
;] luckily for you though, your going in the summer so they'llbe plenty of kids and you'll have an amazing time. Idk about being a guys gf though, you'll never see them again and then its just a hookup and thats not really a good idea. But its up to you. Just be safe and enjoy your trip <33 Any other questions, let me know. Answer :
holy crap u know whats so weird im 14 too and im going on a cruise in like a week and i was wondering the same stuff i swear!! i like just asked question about this too! omg omg haha. i want to go to the teen club and meet some ppl to hang with and a guy too! haha but it might be akward if i just walk into the teen lounge place all by myself lol. u can email me if u want! i think thats so cool how we were wonderin he same thing lol!
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