Holy matrimony!

Photog faux pas
“Randall, the photographer at my older brother’s wedding, was in his early forties, and I was only 23. I should’ve known better. At the rehearsal dinner, I was being flirty for the camera because I wanted a new Facebook photo. Later, at the after-party in my brother’s hotel suite, Randall was snapping away. I kept making my dress strap fall down for the pictures. Eventually I followed him back to his hotel room under the pretext that he was going to show me the photos he just took. We looked at the photos, which turned into making out, which led to hooking up. The next day I could not look at him. In all of the photos I’m looking up to the corner, looking down, looking at other people or just staring off into space. I look ridiculous! I probably should’ve hooked up with him the night of the party. No one ever found out and we never talked again, but I have the lame pictures to remind me.”—Anna, 26; writer; Cobble Hill, Brooklyn

Big red
“Two years ago, I went to my friend’s wedding in Rhode Island without a date. I scoped out the party, but it was slim pickings. I finally found an attractive redhead and asked her to slow dance. After the song was over, we went for a walk and found a place to sit overlooking the water. We talked for a bit, and the next thing I know we’re making out. The groom got really mad at me. He kept calling my cell all pissed off because we couldn’t be found. She was in the bridal party and apparently had a boyfriend.”—Matt, 27, doctor, Gramercy

Playa hater
“Years ago, while attending a good friend’s nuptials in London, I hit it off with her cousin, J. He had dark hair, chiseled features and a killer smile. The flirting started as soon as we were introduced during cocktail hour. When J suggested we steal away to the hotel courtyard, I had a feeling it was for a kiss. We made out a bit before taking our seats for dinner. I was delighted to find that he was seated at my table…until his date showed up! J kept his date busy with canoodling at the table and dancing, so she didn’t suspect a thing. Just when I thought the evening couldn’t get any worse, the slightly intoxicated bride loudly announced to a large group of friends that I had once had a fling with her brother. Good times.”—Melissa, 35, public-relations blogger, Upper East Side

Three times the fun
“After a lavish wedding in Kentucky last May, many of the guests gathered at a hip hotel bar for a late-night drink. I was sitting with a woman I’d met a few days earlier. We noticed two coffee-table books on display, one about boobs and one about penises. While we were leafing through the penises, a male wedding guest approached us and asked us to show him our favorite. We did, and he said, ‘I can do better than that.’ Ballsy claim! A conversation ensued about us going upstairs to explore. I was single and curious. I figured, What the hell? He ordered a nice bottle of champagne and we all hooked up; I slept with him. It was very out of character for me! We kept in touch after the wedding, and he eventually flew me out to New York for the weekend. We had a great time, but I broke it off when I found out that he blabbed to his friends about our threesome. It reminded me of that scene from Cocktail when Tom Cruise’s fling says, ‘You should have kept your mouth shut about our sex life—it only gets better from here.’_”—Eva, 33, publicist, San Francisco

Love drunk
Betsy: “We met a couple of months before the wedding at a party hosted by the bride- and groom-to-be. At the time, I was living in Chicago and dating someone else. Joe lived in New York City.”
Joe: “We spent the entire party talking, but nothing happened.”
Betsy: “People were betting $50 that we’d go home together. The next time we met was at the three-day destination wedding in Austin. My first words to him at the rehearsal dinner, when I spotted his Western shirt and jeans, were, ‘I see you got dressed up.’ We flirted the next day at the pool. Then, we sat together at the reception since there wasn’t assigned seating.”
Joe: “Later, we took a party bus to a bar. Betsy shoved me into back seats. She knew what she wanted to do.”
Betsy: “We started making out. Everyone was hooting and clapping.”
Joe: “When we got back to the hotel, we wanted some alone time, but we both were sharing rooms with other people. So we made out in the hotel hallway for hours until we were interrupted by the USA Todaydelivery guy at 4am.”
Betsy: “There’s only so much clothing you can take off in a hallway. But we never exchanged contact info.”
Joe: “The next morning we couldn’t make eye contact at the checkout desk.”
Betsy: “When I got home, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. So I broke all of my rules and tracked down his e-mail. He responded instantly. He came to Chicago three weeks later, and before we could finish our first beers at dinner, we confessed to each other that we wanted to be together. We dated long-distance for six months. I eventually moved here. We got engaged last April, and we’re getting married next June.”
Joe: “Our wedding venue has nooks and crannies where people can get together, and we won’t have assigned seating. We’re trying to facilitate more dirty hookups.”—Joe, 30, music publicist; Betsy, 33, account manager; Greenpoint, Brooklyn

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