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I Love my Job!

Scenario: Atlantic City. Friend’s birthday party: one of the guests was named “Big Sexy.”

I’ve worked as a server for over a year, and this is how Dolce and I met our friend Brian who was celebrating his birthday in Atlantic City. We packed up the car, made cds of Backstreet Boys songs and S Club 7 and hit the road. Since we were meeting a bunch of people from our old job, we thought it would be funny to wear our work t-shirts when we saw our friend; they said “I love my job!” I also decided to use that shirt as what I would be sleeping in for the next two days (my bag was almost full and still had to pack my shoes, priorities people).

Once we met up with the birthday boy we were introduced to everyone we didn’t know. “And this is Big Sexy.” Boy did he live up to his name: tall, muscular, and a cop. “Shottyyy” I whispered to Dolce. “Dammit!” I then made it my mission to hook up with this kid. Hey, it was vacation! And what happens in AC stays in AC (or it should). We hung out on the boardwalk and began to plan our night, when Dolce and I noticed we were getting a lot of stares. One of our friends laughed and said that people probably thought that we were prostitutes in our “I love my job” shirts.

I wound up sitting next to him at dinner; he was already drunk from pre-gaming with the guys all day. We joked, and I found out he was a pretty shy guy, which surprised me. Usually guys that good-looking are cocky and full of themselves (you know it’s true). Once dinner ended we all went back to our hotel. We had gotten adjoining rooms, and we all started making drinks and getting ready to go out. I put on my new dress and walked into the guys’ room to “Jesus, you’re secretly sexy!” I mean, I guess. I usually dress more casually cute than hott (I prefer to be comfortable.) But tonight I was wearing a tight black dress and stilettos and had on a full face of makeup, courtesy of Dolce. Definitely made an impression.

After a couple of drinks we were ready to hit the beach bar. We proceeded to get even more drunk and after an hour or so we went to the club. Naturally all the girls hopped up on the ledge by the DJ and started dancing, while the guys went over to the bar to buy drinks. Once we came down we all started dancing, and lucky me got Big Sexy as my partner. Surprisingly, he was shy even when dancing; he was barely touching me. We danced for the next few hours and watched Dolce scope out guys, and hid her when she was trying to escape from them. He kept the beer flowing, and towards the end I bought a round, which surprised him.

Note: don’t be cheap girls; it’s always nice to buy a round, especially when they’ve been buying for most of the night

We were all having a good time, so of course something bad had to happen. One of Brian’s girl friends (who was there with her boyfriend) was flirting/dancing with another guy. Obviously, her boyfriend got jealous and did the most masculine thing he could think of and started throwing punches. Of course all the boys got involved and got kicked out by the bouncers, so we followed them out, upset that our night was cut short by the unnecessary drama. After that little fiasco a bunch of us went back to the hotel to drink in the bar there.

Now remember my hot little stilettos from before? By this point in the night I can’t really walk anymore, and I joke “who want to give me a piggy-back ride?” And guess who did? Yup, Big Sexy. So impressive. Once we got inside I walked to a couch to go rest my feet while everyone else went to go get more drinks, and he sat down and started talking to me. After a few minutes of getting to know one another Dolce stumbles over, demanding that she’s hungry and wants food, so the three of us went down to the hotel restaurant. Once we had all devoured our pizza we went back to our rooms; Dolce and I said goodnight to Big Sexy and passed out.  

So after dancing the night away with him the first night and nothing happening, Wednesday night I knew I had to get him. After spending the day at the beach Dolce and I headed back to the room to shower and get ready for dinner. To our surprise, we found one of Brian’s friends who had come late because he couldn’t get off of work.

After dinner we went back to the room and got ready for round 2. Tonight’s special: $15 pitchers of Bacardi. Needless to say, everyone was drunk. We were all dancing and having a good time, and Dolce offered to go back to the room and get our flip flops since those stilettos were out to get us again (she also had an alterior motive). So off she goes with Jason and I’m barefoot at the bar. Big Sexy and I continue dancing and he kisses my forehead (aww) and I look up and FINALLY he kisses me. So freaking happy. Andddd once again that stupid girl from the night before is flirting in front of her boyfriend and of course he starts fighting. Once again all the boys get involved and once again all of the boys get thrown out of the bar. As all of this is happening, and after an hour of being barefoot, Jason appears.

I immediately march over to him and demand “Where’s my best friend!”

He holds up my flip flops, “she fell asleep.”

“My shoes! Okay I believe you.” Such a good guy.

Once I had my shoes we all headed down to the casino, where I sat down on Big Sexy’s lap and we continued where we left off. As I started to fall asleep I decided we should go check on Dolce. So we walked upstairs, kissing and holding hands the whole way. I open the door, and there’s Dolce passed out. I immediately tackle her and shake her, and she mumbles something incoherent, and I notice the jug of Gatorade, bottle of water and garbage can next to her. And she’s still fully clothed. Knowing that she’s going to be completely unconscious for the rest of the night, when Big Sexy asks if he can stay, of course I say yes. So I put on my pajamas and we climb into bed. As we’re hooking up I realize what my shirt says: “I love my job!” Guess I really took the whole prostitute comment to heart on this one.