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I’ve always been hesitant to do a cruise, never mind a singles one. I never knew it was a thing until I asked my colleague if she was pregnant when she came back glowing from her sabbatical.

“Maybe,” she answered. “I went on a singles cruise.”

So here I am, standing at the bow of a ship. Sea breeze in my hair, sun on my face, and Barcelona a day away. All I need now is a Jack Dawson to come up behind, hold me and spread my arms.

Or my legs.