DOLCE

Nice Guys Clean Up Last

What happens in AC stays in AC? Well this story is too good not to share. 

I'm sure all you single ladies know that there are so many assholes out there and it can be so hard to find a nice guy. Agreed. However, nice guys do exist! Sometimes they show up when you least expect it...and by all means, be thankful when they do. I wish I gave this nice guy more of a shot because this rarely ever happens. Be prepared to laugh...

Gabanna and I were working our butts off all summer and it was time to vacation in AC for a friend's birthday. We packed up the car, made a few 90's cds, and got the hell out of NY. We didn't know too many of the people that we were vacationing with but I'm always up for new friends, free drinks, and a discounted room at Trump Plaza. After the hello's and the introductions Gabanna quickly shottied the hottest guy there leaving me on the prowl alone. (It was my first vacation being single, come on). 

After the first night partying on the stage of the club, running from a few sketchy guys, and dancing with one guy who I later found out had a child things weren't looking good...That is until day 2 rolled around. 

All the girls and I were walking up from the beach to shower and get ready for dinner. We get up to our floor and there's this random guy trying to get into our room.
"Umm..can I help you?"
"Hey sorry, I'm Brian's friend. I just got here today and the front desk said this was his room."

Meet Jason. He was 23, the sweetest guy you will ever meet, and a very cute red head.

I instantly shottied him and thought things are finally looking up. After the birthday dinner we went back to the rooms and got ready for the last night out at the bars. Ladies if you want the guy, sometimes you got to dangle the bait. Especially when you're in AC. When do you ever get the opportunity to get all dolled up?
What to wear? I got you.

Outfit.
- Sexy dress or skirt.
- Nothing too tight you don't want to suffocate yourself...but something to show off your figure
- Do the finger test to see if its long enough. You may think its long enough but when you're dancing on stage all those pervs can see ev-ery-thing.
- Be careful with colors. You want to stand out but not look like an 80's prom queen with the bringht blue, pink, and orange. Guys are simple. 
(I wore a black&white snakeskin printed (high-waisted) skirt with a black top). 

Shoes.
- Heels and no questions about it- they make you look more slender and show off those legs.
- Baby heels is cheating...I'll give you 2 inches plus… and don't fall.
- Make sure you've worn them in. If you can't walk in them, don't wear them. I've learned that lesson the hard way.

Hair & Makeup.
- No ponytails!
- Straight or curly I have no preference just make sure its neat.
- Don't overdue the makeup. Crazy colors can be too much on the eyes. I suggest a smokey eye with a black, brown, gray, or dark purple (best results).
- Eyeliner is a must! Don't overdue it on the bottom that look was sooo middle school
- Red and pink lips can be hot but don't look like a clown...or Barbie. 

Back to our story...

We started out at the beach bar where I was introduced to the "pitcher of death" aka pitchers of Bacardi...Gabanna and I shared two.
 
Jason was pretty shy so I went right up to him and sparked a conversation. What we talked about? Still not too sure. All I knew was my heels were KILLING me and I was ready to swap them out for flip-flops. The kind guy that Jason was offered to walk me back to grab some shoes for Gabanna and myself. We made it back up to the room and I started to crawl around on the floor looking for shoes. I got a little distracted realizing I have this cute guy in my room and decided to take advantage of it. He was an awesome kisser (which seems impossible to find nowadays) but as we started to move a little faster the Bacardi began to hit me a little harder. 

Drunk me sat up and started going on a tangent about how I'm so passionate about my career path and what I wanted to do. Confused but kind he smiled and nodded at me until I shut up...that was until...

"Tell me I'm not going to puke"
"I mean, you don't look like you're going to puke"
"Just say it!"
"Ok, you're not going to puke"
"Ok. I believe you."

One kiss later and I got up and ran to the bathroom. Thank you Bacardi.

Pretending like he didn't hear a thing I cleaned myself up and opened the bathroom door. To my surprise Jason was standing there holding a glass of water. However, I was doubtful.

"Here's some water, it should make you feel better."
I looked at him weird and replied "That's not water"
"What, do you think I would roofie you?"
"I don't know...maybe." Then I continued to sniff the water and then clarified, "Ok, its water" and took a sip.

He wasn't too happy with my doubts but I came back over and sat next to him and he seemed pretty forgiving. I guess God wasn't too happy with me because I got up a second time and ran to the bathroom. This time I didn't make it. Once again, thank you Bacardi. 

Completely embarrassed, I came back out and Jason tucked me in bed, put a garbage can next to me, and placed a Gatorade bottle on my night stand. All I remember is a kiss on my forehead and I was out.

I woke up the next morning thinking “what happened?” I was fully clothed, Gabanna was in the bed next to mine, and Jason was laying next to me. I tiptoed to the bathroom and to my surprise it was clean. I brushed my teeth, changed out of my dress, and cursed myself out for a good 2 minutes. As I got back in bed Jason rolls over and whispers, "You must be really happy you just brushed your teeth." Ha ha ha.

Turns out he cleaned up the bathroom floor that night, went back to the bar to bring Gabanna her flip-flops, and then climbed in and cuddled me when he got back. And reminding you I just met this guy that morning. 

We hung out the rest of the day and got to know each other. He was a great guy. Took me out a couple weeks later for ice cream and made me a dub step playlist because he knew I liked that type of music. Bad news was he lived up by my college and we didn't have the time to visit each other. I already was talking to someone in Georgia and I didn't need more distance in my life. 

We still talk here and there, but moral of the story is:
 

- Don't drink pitchers of Bacardi.

- Try to make it to the bathroom on time.

- Don’t underestimate all guys. 

There are some nice ones out there that won't take advantage of you and will bring your best friend her shoes. So when you find them, be appreciative...because they don't come around too often.

GABANNA

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.