Now I’m going to start this by saying that having taken up photography and now considering it as a career option is ironic for me based on my debilitating past trauma, but lately, being behind the camera hasn’t triggered me as much. Anyway, story time. Last weekend I photographed my first-ever wedding solo. It was a small group, and Hubby trusted me enough to complete the job, which was an overall success.
However, the fun part was what happened after the reception. During the entire reception, the bride & groom frequently went out to smoke. While everyone waited for them. During one of these intervals, I went to the washroom and ran into one of the bridesmaids while washing my hands. We exchanged pleasantries, and she mentioned how she was impressed at how I was doing, seemingly being everywhere at once, and that she loved my outfit. In turn, I gave her a few compliments and asked her if she had ever been a model, she said no, and I said would you like to model for me. Hitting me with the cliche lower lip bite, she reached into her dress which had pockets, which honestly every dress at a wedding needs to have, and handed me her spare room keycard, then followed it up by saying, how about tonight after the reception? Now just to clarify, I do wear my wedding ring always; she saw my wedding ring and even complimented it. I told her I was married but that I was also poly, which didn’t stop her nor me from initiating an impromptu makeout session in that bathroom, it may have provoked it, to be honest.