I had initially posted this in hopes of recreating the memory in some fashion on /r/dirtypenpals. But, after some suggestions, I’ve realized it’s really more a story. Something that I hope you all can enjoy here.
**—–CHAPTER 1: THE ORIGIN—–**
It all started when I accepted an invitation to be my friend’s groomsman. I was but a simple un-defiled man. Hadn’t even stepped foot in a strip club. Oh, but things were going to change. Next came the bachelor party invitation. Where you ask? Montreal. Oui, Montreal. I was hesitant at first. I was only vaguely aware of my friends propensity for strip clubs, prostitutes and the like. I’m worried what is going to happen and if I’m even going to be down to party. I tell him that I’m not sure I can make it. Plans and such… He doesn’t buy it.
> “Don’t worry, you’re in good hands. You don’t want to miss out buddy. Your life will change.”
My life will change? That’s quite a statement. I put it out of my mind for a month or so until the groom texted me.
> “You still have time.”