I spent a very pleasant afternoon at a swim up bar in a resort in Jamaica talking to a beautiful young Belgian woman. Forty minutes or so into the conversation, I asked if she was traveling alone. No, she said, she was on her honeymoon and her newly minted husband was in their room watching the World Cup!
By the time Mrs Duke, who had been lying along the pool nearby working on her tan, joined us, we were both totally sloshed, absolutely bombed. When it was time to change for dinner, Mrs Duke insisted we walk her to her room. As she was fumbling with the key in the door, it was opened by a huge guy with lots of both muscles and tattoos. I was very glad Mrs Duke was there.
We wound eating breakfast with them the next morning. He was a cop and she was a social worker. Lovely people.