My first year out of college, I went to a wedding as the +1 for my friend Dee, because she didn’t want to show up alone and have to deal with the annoyances that were childhood friends and acquaintances asking about her personal life. This isn’t about my friend, so I don’t need to describe her. The wedding was a big one. Lots of people and it was held at the church the bride had been a part of for years. Everyone was familiar with each other aside from the occasional date (myself included).
At the reception everyone went through the traditional steps, toast, first dance, respective parent dance, bouquet and garter toss, then cake. That’s when the fuddy duddy folk started leaving. I had enjoyed a few drinks by that point because I wasn’t socializing, might as well imbibe. Once the older crowds started leaving, I joined in on dancing with some of the younger crowd since the music got better and the liquor-aided confidence got stronger. At one point I turned and was face to face with a cute tight-bodied brunette. She was maybe a foot shorter than me, cute big eyes, wearing a cardigan over a camisole with a perky pair pushing against the buttoned sweater. She had a cute floral skirt and a pair of black leggings under it down to her calf boots. I took her in quickly with my eyes and saw a firm bodied beauty, but young. I held out my hand and asked if she was old enough to dance with me. She blushed and said she’s 19.