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Picture it: Philadelphia, 1999.
I was twenty-four years old.
I was at the wedding of a coworker, sitting with some other coworkers. I was the only single female at the table. When it came time for the bouquet toss, they pressured me into going up with the rest of the single ladies. I tried to refuse, but one of the ladies got the attention of the DJ (I still haven’t forgiven her) and he called me over in front of everyone. Instead of making even more of a scene, I reluctantly shuffled over to stand with the small group of potential bouquet-catchers. I stood all the way in the back, off to the side, so that there was no chance of the bouquet coming anywhere near me.
My coworker’s new bride threw the bouquet wildly, and it hit me square in the chest. Crap.
Then, the single men lined up as my coworker took his bride’s garter off of her leg and threw it behind him. The garter was caught by the bride’s twelve year-old brother.
I had to sit on a chair while a pre-teen half my age touched my bare leg. Although he stopped at the knee, I was still horrified. And I’ve been mildly traumatized ever since.
And I decided at that moment that, whenever I got married, there would be no tossing of any bouquets or garters. And it’s true: our wedding will be a no-toss zone. And I couldn’t be happier about it.
Are you going to do a bouquet and garter toss? Why or why not?
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