The sole woman at a bachelor party wows the guys, and herself, with an unexpected strip-club orgasm.
I’m not one of those girls who hates other girls. Most of my close friends are women, and although I have guy friends I’m far from “one of the guys.” I don’t like sports, I don’t eat pizza or drink beer, and I’m very particular about keeping things neat and tidy. However, my best friend from college happens to be a guy. I first met Josh a few weeks into my freshman year. We went on one date, kissed for three seconds, and quickly decided we were better off as friends. Twelve years later, and still very close, Josh called to tell me I was officially invited to his bachelor party. It was going to be me and 27 dudes in Atlantic City for the weekend. I was honored to be deemed awesome enough to be the one chick at a bachelor party, excited to see behind the testosterone curtain, curious to learn what really goes on at these things and determined to live up to Josh’s expectations of me seamlessly fitting in, even though I lacked an Adam’s apple, stubble, and a penis.
Plus the walk of shame and secrets to a happy marriage.
Too early to sleep together? Turn that walk of shame into a walk of pride. Losing friends when you start dating someone new. Sharing a bathroom... with a boy. The ten-year guy wedding time line. Falling in love with a stripper. Twelve great marriage tips. Which dynamic duo are you and yours? Does back to school mean back to creepin'? Would you do a sex tape to save your career? The weird world of male porn stars. And science says older men are getting better looking, whew, just in time.
Plus bathing suits for him, online dating tips and bachelor parties!
The benefits of being a selfish lover. The opposite of spicing up your sex life. A Craigslist broken engagement. When your dating blog and dating life meet, a cautionary tale. What his bathing suit says about him. Online dating that puts HER in the driver's seat. Seven really bad things to do when dating online. Twenty suggestions for a stripper-free bachelor party. Self-love behind the steering wheel, how many guys do it? Getting fresh and friendly at the airport. And a little perspective on your breakup.
The standard stag party is both better and worse than you think.
The bachelor party is a time-honored male tradition right up there with knowing you can beat your dad in a fight, exploring one's own body for the first time and taking your first girlfriend for granted. That is, it's a seminal moment in a fella's life, in which everything that follows will be completely and irrevocably different. Perhaps because of the perceived dread at having one vagina for the rest of your life, women sometimes imagine the absolute worst of a stag party. And it's not, typically, justified.
Has the hen party passed the stag party in terms of debauchery?
It appears as if the bachelorette party or hen party is here to stay. For a hot minute I thought that at the corner of Girls Gone Wild, gender convergence and the wide acceptance of phallic-shaped curiosities. These parties are not going anywhere and they are not kidding around. As bachelor parties seemingly get tamer are bachelorette parties getting wilder?
Suggestive ads, making a good husband, your first time and Muff Road rage.
What makes a boyfriend into a husband? Suggestive sausage ads. What happens at a bachelor party? Bachelorette party gift dont's. A movie about your first time. What, exactly, is a naked date? The survey says: men and women are different. Could you live on Muff Road?
A quick history of the singleton's final hurrah, from Sparta to strip clubs.
Pop culture has construed them to be full-blown nights of drunken debauchery for which no one is held accountable for the sinful shenanigans that transpire. . .So why can't a group of friends simply gather to celebrate a friend's transition into a new life without binge drinking, strippers and penis balloons? After all, the tradition's origins are actually quite conservative.
A bride-to-be feels betrayed when her fiance hits up a strip club a week before their wedding.
The location of his party insinuated the need to have one last hurrah before we got married, and it offended me. Our marriage was supposed to be one long hurrah; something we looked forward to, not something from which we needed a reprieve. Sure it's idealistic, but if you can't afford some idealism the week before you get married, when can you? That was what it all boiled down to. The strip club wasn't the issue; it was the timing of the visit that bothered me.
What "The Hangover" tells us about bachelor parties.
In the newly released wedding flick ('tis the season) The Hangover, we get a glimpse of a Las Vegas bachelor party spent among four guys. We see them in the car, driving out to Vegas in a borrowed luxe car. We see them check into the $4,000-a-night party suite. We see them getting on their sleek going-out clothes (well all of them except for the one socially inept character who throws on jeans and a tee that his pot belly pokes out from).
A night of drunken debauchery is still the best way to prepare a man for marriage.
A bachelor party, contrary to popular belief, is not a celebration of marriage. In fact, it's the opportunity to refute its very principles. A kick-ass bachelor proves a man, "still has it," is still studly and most importantly, is still on the market, at least in theory.
