Many years ago, I attended a bachelor party for a casual friend. A very attractive stripper was hired to provide entertainment, which she did. She danced provocatively and removed her clothing (as strippers often do) and ended up completely naked. She then accepted monetary donations from the attendees in creative ways, depending on the amount of money offered. For one dollar bills, she would squeeze her breasts around the bill, and take it out of the guy’s hand, or out of his mouth if he held it between his lips. For larger amounts, the guy could lay on the floor, place the bill on his face, and she would straddle him & pick up the bill with her labia. Almost every guy there donated some cash to this hard-working young lady (including myself), and a wonderful time was had by all.
However, the next day, very few of the gentlemen present had a wonderful time, and not because of the after-effects of alcohol consumption. The fellow who hosted the party (and who was supposed to be the best man in the wedding) told the girlfriend of one of the attendees exactly what happened- in detail. He named names, describing what the stripper did, and to whom. The girlfriend of one of the attendees then called the wife of another attendee and shared the information she had recently acquired.
The proverbial “snowball effect” kicked in. Almost every wife or girlfriend of every guy there confronted their SO with the information, and a terrible time was had by all- except by myself and a couple of other guys (including the fellow who hosted the party), who were not in relationships at the time.
I went to the party with my best friend, and he did not fare so well, being married.
There’s an episode of The Simpsons that is very much like what actually happened, and it came out right around the time all of this took place. It’s the one where Bart takes a picture of Homer with an exotic dancer, Marge sees it and kicks Homer out of the house, and he goes to stay with Barney. My friend’s wife was very upset when she heard what happened, kicked my friend out of the house, and he came to stay with me. That evening, we drank some beer and discussed recent events.
Before retiring, I had the presence of mind to turn off the ringer on my phone and turn down the volume on my answering machine. I knew his wife fairly well and was reasonably certain that she would call my place in the morning, earlier than either one of us was ready to accept calls. And I was right; when we woke up, there were two messages on the machine. The first consisted of two words- “Fuck you!”- and the second was longer, explaining that she needed to talk to her husband about something. He ended up calling her back, they talked, he went back home, and eventually all was well.
Not so with the prospective groom and the bride-to-be. She was so upset she called off the wedding, and the relationship came to an end. And in an odd twist, the fellow who hosted the party ended up in a relationship with the former bride-to-be!