I spent the whole time crazed with lust at all their hunky men at the wedding; friends of the bride and groom who were mainly in that age range.
All the young men looked so handsome, just mouth-watering in their wedding finery: all were fit and wearing slim, extremely tight dress pants which accentuated their gorgeous asses and thighs, fabulous shoes and dress shirts showing off their flat bellies. The whole place seemed to be oozing testosterone.
A few thoughts:
1. For once, I dressed quite elegantly in black dress pants, black Aldo shoes and a black / navy blue blazer over a stretchy black T-shirt. Every item I wore (including my underwear) came from a thrift shop, but what the heck, I looked fabulous with my summer tan and sun-streaked blonde hair, if I do say so myself.
I knew that I was being checked out all evening by a variety of 50+ women. I thought: "You're barking up the wrong tree, ladies!"
3. It was my first wedding since my divorce and I surprised myself by not being cynical about the whole institution. The bride (a Ph. D. candidate) and the groom (a film producer) seemed so happy, compatible, deeply in love and passion, and so mature and settled in their lives that I could only feel that this marriage would last.
4. On the flip side, I hope to get married one day to some special guy but I could not imagine subjecting myself to all the hoopla associated with a traditional wedding like this one: hall rental, catering, fancy dress, engagement parties, gift registries, cake-cutting and the like. I'd sooner set my hair on fire!