Are bachelor parties just one last fling?
-Nicole Shapiro, BettyConfidential.com
When I was invited to my friend Fred's bachelor party, I was initially reluctant to attend. I'm not a fan of strip clubs, kegstands, or the buddies-before-broads attitude that seem to be essential ingredients. But Fred told me his party would be different. For one thing it wouldn't involve women taking off their clothes. It'd just be a bunch of us, sitting around drinking, celebrating his marriage.
So I said yes. Big mistake.
We met up at a local dive bar. For a while it was fun. I left my
fiancé at home and was getting into the spirit of things - being
one of the boys, buying rounds and talking trash. Then another
friend of Fred's showed up with a cute, extremely young,
dark-haired girl. The kind of girl Fred would've lost his mind
over had he been single. She definitely enjoyed being the center of
attention. As she got more inebriated, she got flirtier. I went up
to the bar to buy the groom a drink he so obviously didn't need
and when I came back, she was lapdancing him.
