Wedding Kissers

I love the movie “Wedding Crashers”. Not only is it kick-you-in-the-ass funny, but the premise behind it is eerily close to the how it actually works. Now I guarantee most women wouldn’t admit it, but, the truth is, a wedding is the strongest aphrodisiac around.

Nothing stirs up the hormones like watching one of your friends say “I Do” to the love of her life. Or perhaps it’s the dresses.

And it’s even more prominent for those single wedding party participants - I’ll attest to that. You are forced by position to spend the entire weekend together and 9 times out of 10 the bride and groom have conspired to pair those hormone raging single ones together. What couple doesn’t daydream about having their best friends romantically meet at their wedding and live happily ever after?

But let’s be honest - the romance may be there for the duration of the weekend but upon waking on Sunday morning, after the booze wears off and your puffy dress is in a ball in the corner, there is that awkward hug and goodbye and “stay in touch”. Perhaps once in a blue moon the romantically linked couple does live happily ever after, but, I highly doubt that’s in my near future.

However, I did manage to fulfill the initial ideal. I actually “lucked out” (totally set up) with a really cool guy, we’ll call him Jake (reminds me of the guy in “16 Candles” - Jake Ryan). Not only was he handsome and graceful (we didn’t wipe out once walking down the isle), but, he was funny, fun and definitely engaged with me. Who could ask for more?

We probably would have made it through the weekend without being “discovered” except after a 3am poker tournament the night before the wedding, we both passed out in my room (fully clothed of course). I had to wake up the guys (uh, the ones not in my room) so when I awoke and started to get ready (I’m a girl - I have plenty o’ primping to do) he remained dead asleep. There was a knock at my door, so, like a normal person, I answered it to find another one of the groomsmen who had come down to ask me a question. When he didn’t look surprised to see Jake in my room, I turned around to find that Jake had disappeared. “Um, Jake? Where the hell are you?” From under the covers, out popped Jake. The look on the other guy’s face was priceless and I had to remind myself that we’re in our 20s. Too funny.

Walking down the aisle together was, well, a fun twist. Who does that outside of Vegas? One day you make out and the next you walk down the aisle together? Luckily, we didn’t have to exchange vows.

We’ve kept in touch since the wedding - emails and IMS here and there - but I have to remind myself - why am I even doing this? He lives in a different state and I live here. He might have looked great in a tux, but, what really could possibly come out of the situation? Well, besides some good gossip for the bride and groom when they return….HA!