DOLCE

The Name Game

Sometimes blondes will be blondes. I’m bad with names, which I’m sure plenty of you can relate with. But this story tops them all…

The weekend of all weekends finally had come upon us. ALUMNI WEEKEND. Gabanna and I packed up our bags and took her shiny blue buggy up to our old beloved college. We started out the day by relaxing in the mountains wondering what shenanigans we could possibly get ourselves into later that night.

We started our night at happy hour (can you think of a better way to kickoff a weekend?) We came across our old lacrosse buddies who grabbed a booth and 6 pitchers of beer.


Gabanna was a little standoffish because her “platonic snuggle” was staring at her from across the booth. I jumped right in on the game of quarters and it wasn’t until I saw a familiar face that I decided to sit out for a couple rounds.

Meet Tom: 23, super tall and good-looking, lacrosse player, shy (but that’s how I like em), and a good kisser…from what I remembered. 

Blast from the Past.

We were always friends in college but when I came up to visit one weekend in the fall I tripped and his lips broke my fall (cheesy yet somewhat true). Tom offered to go buy me a drink while I went to the bathroom. But I never really came back…oops. 

I guess he didn’t remember me bailing out because we instantly locked eyes and decided to catch up.

Back to the Night.
Happy hour came to an end and Gabanna and I had an open bar to attend across the street. After 2 hours of vodka and maybe a splash of cranberry drinks (and Gabanna pulling the plug on the DJ equipment) we stumbled our way over to the lacrosse house. Gabanna instantly hopped on the beer pong table and started talking to her new-found mission, Jerry. I took a few celeb shots resulting in Gabanna’s win (only because I needed her to use the bathroom with me). We ran up the stairs only to find the bathroom occupied and Jerry and Tom right behind us. 

I guess I decided to take advantage of this opportunity because all of a sudden Gabanna and Jerry were gone and I was sitting next to Tom in a room. I turned to him and we simultaneously said, “I don’t want to do anything.” Sweet deal. A couple of laughs and innocent yet hot kisses later we made our way back down to the party. Gabanna had a baffled look on her face but I grabbed her hand and we skipped our ways back to the bars.

After the bars Tom held my shoes in one hand and me in the other. I fell asleep on him in the cab back to Jerry’s and he carried me up to the house. As him and Jerry set up the couches for my friends to pass out on I crawled in with Melanie and passed out…I don’t think Tom was too happy with that.

Reality is a Bitch.

The next morning we woke up and hugged our friends goodbye. As we drove home Gabanna said to Amber “Yea, Dolce made out with Thom Rogers.”

“No Gabanna, his name is Tom Archer.”

“No, Thom is the one we met at Joe-Joe’s house last time we were here. You talked the whole time. You guys really liked each other but it never amounted to anything. Tom is that random guy that you ditched in the fall.”


“Oh. My. God.”

Then it hit me. I totally didn’t hook up with Tom, I hooked up with Thom. Coincidence they had the same name but spelt differently. Did they look alike? No, not really. All I know is that I’m an idiot, woops! At least I finally got to kiss the Thom I actually liked. Score?

Moral of the Story.

   - Make sure your friends know who you’re hooking up, you may not remember.

-  - Always bring a camera out. Documentation is important.

-  - Appreciate the manners of a nice guy.

-  - Don’t do anything you will regret in the morning. I bluntly told Tom, well Thom that I didn’t want to do anything more then kissing beforehand.

-  - Blondes will be blondes.