Stop the presses. He likes the garter toss. Rings pillows I can get behind—but the garter toss? My face fell. He thinks it’s fun, and hilarious. He described the burlesque horn—with affection! Am I a pill? A prude? I can’t think of anything I would less like to do at a wedding. The idea of tossing my garter out to friends or family—something I am wearing under my skirt on my thigh—at my wedding? No. No thanks. If I want to take off my undergarments and toss them out in public I’ll go back to being single and making out with strange men in bars.
Does this make any sense? Does anyone else’s skin crawl at the thought of the garter toss?
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