When the Comedian Roasted Me and I Found My Person

I've never been the type to voluntarily sit in the front row of anything. Concerts? Nope, I'm in the back where nobody can see me ugly dancing. Parent-teacher conferences? I wedge myself behind someone taller. So I have no idea what possessed me to grab a seat literally three tables away from the stage at Humor's Comedy Club on the Harmony of the Seas during my solo cruise vacation. It wasn't even intentional, honestly. I'd wandered in around 9 PM after a mediocre dinner at the main dining room—the lobster tail was underseasoned, and don't get me started on the cauliflower—and I was genuinely just trying to kill time before heading back to my interior cabin on Deck 8. The emcee was introducing someone named Marcus Webb, and I figured why not? Free entertainment with the drink package I'd already paid for. But then Marcus took the stage, and something shifted. He was tall, maybe six-foot-three, with a crisp button-up shirt and this energy that immediately filled the room. When he smiled at the audience, I could feel it from my unfortunate front-adjacent seat. "Welcome to Humor's," he said, his voice warm and inviting. "I'm so glad you all are here. This is my favorite room on the s…