I posted this elsewhere, but was told by several people that it belonged here.
I go to a lot of weddings, a lot of weddings. This one happened several years ago in mid summer. The ceremony was out doors at the base of a ski area with the reception and cocktail hour on the deck and dining room of the lodge. I didn’t have any formal role in the wedding, and only kind of knew the couple getting married, but I knew some of the wedding party and had to hang out most of the day while they got things ready.
During this time I started to chat with the pastor. We run out of the usual small talk really quickly, so I started asking about funny wedding stories they had. Forgetful brides and grooms, bad weather, and one angry goose. Gradually the stories got more and more risque. One where the groom said a bridesmaid’s name during vows, another where the bride got too drunk and hit on all the bridesmaids. At this point I jokingly asked if they had any personal good wedding stories, but said they really enjoy weddings with a hollow and wistful tone. I asked what they meant by that. As a pastor, she said, she never got to be anyone’s bridesmaid. She was never invited to her friends bachelorette parties, never hit on by groomsmen. She said she always wanted to have a wedding hookup story, but no one ever thinks the pastor is DTF. At this point she was blushing, but before I could say anything she got called away.