this happened last summer, and i still kinda laugh when i think about it. so my best friend from college got married, and i was in the bridal party. it was one of those big, fancy weddings where everyone ends up drinking way too much by the end of the night.

after the reception, a group of us decided to keep the party going at the hotel bar. it was me, a couple other bridesmaids, and the groom’s cousin (we’ll call him james). james was super charming and funny, and we’d been low-key flirting all day, but i didn’t think much of it.

fast forward to a few hours and a few too many tequila shots later, and james and i are sitting in one of those little lounge areas outside the bar, just talking. or at least we started out talking. next thing i know, he leans in and kisses me. i was surprised, but i didn’t exactly stop him.

things escalated quickly, and let’s just say we ended up back in his hotel room. the funny part? halfway through, there was a knock on the door. it was the groom. apparently, james had borrowed his tie earlier and forgotten to return it.

i was mortified, hiding under the blankets while james casually handed over the tie like nothing weird was going on. the groom just smirked and walked away, probably knowing exactly what was happening.

the next morning, i tried to avoid james at breakfast, but he made a point to sit right next to me, acting like we were old friends. it wasn’t awkward, though—he was super cool about it, and we both just treated it like a one-time thing.

so yeah, that’s the story of how i hooked up with the groom’s cousin at a wedding. honestly, it felt like something straight out of a rom-com. anyone else ever have a “wedding hookup” story?