wedding may 10.
3 weeks out.
bachelor party this weekend.
friday night (april 18) - gaslamp + strip club #
the crew:
8 guys total.
J. (best man), college buddies, A’s brother.
gaslamp bar crawl:
7pm-11pm.
4 bars, too many shots.
everyone drunk by 10pm.
11:30pm - strip club:
uber to cheetahs.
cover $20, 2-drink minimum.
my rules (A’s rules):
no touching.
no private dances.
no getting numbers.
just looking.
the scene:
loud music, dark, smoke machines.
strippers everywhere (hot but not my thing).
J. bought me lap dance:
J.: “dude it’s your bachelor party.”
me: “A. said no private dances.”
J.: “she’ll never know.”
me: “i’ll know. also she’ll definitely find out somehow. nope.”
J.: “you’re whipped.”
me: “100%. and happy about it.”
stayed at main stage:
watched dancers.
drank overpriced beers.
guys having fun.
honestly:
strippers are hot.
but all i thought about was A.
got horny AF watching:
kept thinking about A’s body.
how she moves when she rides me.
how she takes control.
texted A. 1am:
me: “at strip club. thinking about you.”
A.: “lol. having fun?”
me: “yeah but ready to come home to you.”
A.: “good answer. see you soon.”
left 1:30am:
uber home.
drunk, horny, thinking about A.
came home 2am #
A. was awake:
waiting up, wearing my t-shirt, nothing else.
A.: “how was it?”
me: “fine. guys had fun. i just wanted to come home.”
A.: “did you get a lap dance?”
me: “no. J. tried to buy me one. i said no.”
A.: “why?”
me: “because you said no private dances. also because i didn’t want one. i have you.”
A.: (smiles) “good answer.”
me: “i’m really fucking horny though.”
A.: “i can tell.” (looks down)
A. took care of me:
pushed me onto couch.
pulled off my jeans.
gave me the best head of my life.
looked up at me the whole time.
came hard.
then:
she climbed on top.
rode me until she came twice.
both exhausted after.
A.: “better than any stripper?”
me: “not even close. you’re incredible.”
A.: “i know.”
places list: didn’t add (just couch, normal).
saturday (april 19) - topgolf + brewery #
morning:
hungover as fuck.
A. made breakfast (eggs, bacon, coffee).
A.: “you smell like strip club.”
me: “shower?”
A.: “definitely.”
showered together:
she washed me.
no sex (too hungover).
just intimate.
afternoon - topgolf:
2pm-5pm.
8 guys, competitive.
i played like shit (hangover).
everyone asking:
“dude did you really not get a lap dance?”
me: “nope.”
A’s brother: “my sister trained you well.”
me: “she didn’t have to. i didn’t want one.”
J.: “you’re the only guy i know who’d turn down a free lap dance.”
me: “i’m marrying A. in 3 weeks. not fucking that up for a stranger’s ass in my face.”
everyone respected that.
brewery tour saturday night #
6pm-9pm:
3 breweries.
tasting flights.
everyone drunk again.
conversations got real:
J.: “seriously though, you happy?”
me: “yeah. happiest i’ve been.”
J.: “even with your parents gone?”
me: “yeah. A. helped me through that. she saw me completely broken and stayed.”
J.: “she’s good for you.”
me: “i know.”
A’s brother:
brother: “take care of my sister.”
me: “always.”
brother: “and keep her happy. whatever that means.” (winks)
me: “places list is 43 and counting.”
brother: “TMI dude.”
everyone laughed.
home by 10pm:
A’s rule was midnight.
came home early.
A. surprised:
A.: “you’re home early.”
me: “wanted to be with you.”
A.: “you’re drunk.”
me: “yeah. but still wanted to be home.”
A.: “come here.”
sex round 2:
she pushed me onto bed.
took control again.
rode me slow this time.
both came.
places list: didn’t add (bedroom, normal).
sunday (april 20) - debrief #
morning:
both hungover.
laid in bed talking.
A.: “did you have fun?”
me: “yeah. guys had good time.”
A.: “and the strip club?”
me: “honestly? strippers were hot but all i thought about was you.”
A.: “bullshit.”
me: “i’m serious. watching them dance just made me want to come home and fuck you.”
A.: “which you did.”
me: “which i did. twice.”
A.: “i’m glad you went. i trust you and you proved i should.”
me: “i told you i wasn’t going to do anything stupid.”
A.: “i know. but it’s nice to be right.”
therapy insight:
me: “dr. r was right about secure attachment.”
A.: “what do you mean?”
me: “i used to run from relationships. you went to wine country, i went to strip club, neither of us worried. that’s new for me.”
A.: “new for me too. my exes would’ve freaked about strip club.”
me: “trust is weird.”
A.: “trust is good.”
what bachelor party taught #
1. trust earned = trust given
A. let me go to strip club.
i followed her rules.
trust validated.
2. relationship > everything
could’ve gotten lap dance.
chose not to because A. matters more.
priorities clear.
3. guys respect boundaries
everyone asked if i got lap dance.
respected when i said no.
real friends support relationship.
4. coming home = best part
strip club was fine.
topgolf was fun.
coming home to A. was best.
wedding 3 weeks out #
may 10 (21 days):
final vendor confirmations this week.
ceremony music finalized (spotify playlist done).
rehearsal dinner thursday may 8.
countdown accelerating.
stress: A. 10/10, me 7/10.
bachelor/bachelorette parties done.
final push.
tonight (april 20, 2:31am) #
bachelor party weekend done.
friday: gaslamp + strip club (no touching, no lap dance, thought about A. the whole time).
came home 2am horny AF, A. took care of me (best head ever, rode me twice).
saturday: topgolf (hungover), brewery tour.
came home 10pm (2 hours early), sex again.
trust validated both ways.
guys respected my boundaries.
A. happy i proved she should trust me.
wedding 3 weeks.
relationship solid.
2:31am sunday. bachelor party complete. friday april 18: gaslamp bar crawl 7-11pm, strip club 11:30pm-1:30am. J. tried buying lap dance, i declined (A’s rules + didn’t want one). watched main stage, got horny thinking about A., texted her 1am. came home 2am drunk horny, A. waiting in my t-shirt, gave me best head ever, rode me until she came twice. saturday topgolf 2-5pm hungover, brewery tour 6-9pm. came home 10pm (2hrs early), sex again (she took control, rode me slow). sunday debrief: A. glad i proved trustworthy, neither worried during parties. wedding may 10 (3 weeks). trust validated.
-AK