Fleet Week
So for all of you who don’t know, Fleet Week is the
one glorious week in May when all of our men in uniform from the sea come to
land to party in the best city on the planet: New York. It is also the one week
of the year when you will find Dolce and I in the dreaded Times Square (we hate
tourists, but all the boys seem to love hanging out there).
We rounded up Amber, Hailey, and Becky, put on our
best sundresses and went off to introduce ourselves to those gorgeous men who
serve our country. After meeting several
groups and telling them that they should come out to Turtle Bay, our fave bar,
we decided to walk down to the piers to look at the boats. On our way we met a
few more boys who told us about the Mean Fiddler, where the owner had opened a
$3000 tab for all of the guys. We were naturally invited and after taking some
time to think about it, we decided that we should stop by for a quick drink.
Hey, it was free!
We arrived at the bar and the guy who invited us was
clearly surprised to see us. He led us into the basement where there were
literally a hundred marines/sailors drinking and rocking out to the live 80s
band that was playing.
“Welcome to Fleet Week!”
We immediately made our way towards the bar where we
had drinks shoved in our hands by every available guy. We were all swarmed at
once and instantly started talking to one group of guys. Amber and Becky were
whisked off to the dance floor while Dolce was scooped up by one of the
Marines.
“I’m not putting you down until you tell me what you
want to drink!”
Hailey and I died laughing as Dolce tried to pull
down her dress. She told him vodka sprites, and I immediately chimed in with, “but
Hailey and I need a drink too!”
He turned around and smiled at me. “Of course! And
shots!”
He knew the way to my heart. He told us his name was
Mike (or so I thought) and he became mine and Hailey’s new best friend for the
evening. Mike continued to buy the drinks while Hailey and I hung out with him
and his friends.
“You have a really pretty smile,” he said. Aww, what
a cutie. I smiled even bigger and said thanks, to which he replied: “Jeeze your
eyes are amazing too!”
Sigh. Keep those compliments coming!
I was debating kissing him when Hailey grabbed me
and whispered in my ear, “You have to kiss him! He’s the cutest one!”
Alright, you’ve twisted my arm. The next time he
leaned in to try to kiss me I let him. Luckily for me, he was a good kisser
(you know my experience with bad ones). We continued hanging out, and naturally
the boys tried to get Hailey and myself to kiss.
“We will if you guys do!” Hailey said
“Alright, wouldn’t be the first time.”
Wait…WHAT?!
Our jaws dropped to the floor; “You guys have kissed
before!? Are you bi?!”
“Yeah. I mean I prefer girls, but guys are cool too.”
Just my luck. The hottest, nicest, funniest guy in
the bar would be competing with me for men. This is my life.
Hailey thought that it was the coolest thing ever,
and asked him to point out the hottest guys here. We had a pretty good time
checking out the guys together, and he kept his arm around my waist the whole
time…so I guess there was a chance that he liked girls better.
We eventually exchanged numbers so he could meet us
at Turtle Bay later. Unfortunately for us he went back to the ship, but we did
text back and forth for a while. One of the texts he sent me told me “promise
you won’t fall in love with me.”
Pshh. As if dude. You’re just hanging around so I
get compliments and drinks. (Don’t judge, you’d do it too!)
We continued texting throughout the weekend and made
plans to meet up the day before he had to leave. Unfortunately for you, you’re
gonna have to wait until next week to find out what happens!
