[true_writers] 4.B.6 - Chicken Dance
4.B.6 - Chicken Dance
Yeah, yeah, we've all seen The Wedding Crashers, okay? But please, dudes, do me a favor: forget about it. You're not going to score by dropping yourself into any random wedding reception, pretending like you belong there and turning yourself into the party animal everybody loves. You'll just be the butthead stranger who made an ass of himself and ruined the party.
And the whole hooking up with the awesomely hot, secretly freaky nymphomaniac sister of the bride? Never happens. Okay, almost never happens.
First off, the only wedding you belong at is one you've been invited to. There are lots of other places to pick up primed and ready cutlets that don't involve celebrating a man giving up his freedom.
Now there's only four words any guy needs to know to make sure he has a truly awesome-ified time at a wedding.
"It's for the bride."
If that movie got anything right, it's that women at a wedding are at a particularly heightened state of mind. Yes, there's all that stuff about mating and pheromones and their biological drives, and that definitely helps. But there's an underlying and more reliable current flowing there, too, and it has everything to do with the one chick you're not going to go after on that day.
There is a mostly unspoken rule at the wedding: whatever the bride wants, she gets.
You want a couple of bridesmaids to help you make sure the all the champagne tastes right? Tell them it's for the bride.
Want her runway model second cousin to make sure you know exactly how the garter is going to come off? Tell her it's for the bride.
If you want that pretty girl the bride knows from work to believe the bride wants nothing clashing with her color scheme, not even her guests' underwear?
Say it with me now...
Tell her it's for the bride.
Go forth and score.
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Yeah, yeah, we've all seen The Wedding Crashers, okay? But please, dudes, do me a favor: forget about it. You're not going to score by dropping yourself into any random wedding reception, pretending like you belong there and turning yourself into the party animal everybody loves. You'll just be the butthead stranger who made an ass of himself and ruined the party.
And the whole hooking up with the awesomely hot, secretly freaky nymphomaniac sister of the bride? Never happens. Okay, almost never happens.
First off, the only wedding you belong at is one you've been invited to. There are lots of other places to pick up primed and ready cutlets that don't involve celebrating a man giving up his freedom.
Now there's only four words any guy needs to know to make sure he has a truly awesome-ified time at a wedding.
"It's for the bride."
If that movie got anything right, it's that women at a wedding are at a particularly heightened state of mind. Yes, there's all that stuff about mating and pheromones and their biological drives, and that definitely helps. But there's an underlying and more reliable current flowing there, too, and it has everything to do with the one chick you're not going to go after on that day.
There is a mostly unspoken rule at the wedding: whatever the bride wants, she gets.
You want a couple of bridesmaids to help you make sure the all the champagne tastes right? Tell them it's for the bride.
Want her runway model second cousin to make sure you know exactly how the garter is going to come off? Tell her it's for the bride.
If you want that pretty girl the bride knows from work to believe the bride wants nothing clashing with her color scheme, not even her guests' underwear?
Say it with me now...
Tell her it's for the bride.
Go forth and score.
(322)