This is an open-ended FR, as I want input from guys in a “what would you do in this situation?” type of way.

I’ll try to get to the point ASAP, but I do want to talk about how this situation came about, since it’s not every night that you end up hooking up with the bride at her own bachelorette party.

It was a notable lair member’s birthday last night, so a bunch of us were out for him. The place was actually the slowest I’ve ever seen it. It probably was no coincidence that there were literally 15-20 lair guys there too. I think we’re becoming the plague of night life around here. Perhaps we should find a way to ration how many guys go to which venue each week because this is the third really good venue that we’re killing off just in the last six months.

Anyway, I digress. Did some warm up sets, until I see a bachelorette party. They’re really easy to spot: 8-10 girls all at one table, no guys, and one girl has a veil or a tiara or some other crap on her head. Bachelorette parties are a ton of fun. They’re usually huge sets, but they almost always blow wide open.

I open them with something stupid like, “Who’s the bride to be?” I tell her congratulations and then ask her why she’s about to ruin her life (kind of ironic foreshadowing actually). The girls laugh and I’m in.

A lot of bachelorette parties carry around a list with them when they go out, and it’s a list of things the bride has to do that night. It includes a bunch of silly crap like “write on a guy’s chest” and “do a body shot off a guy.” She signed my chest. And then rubbed it (I’ve been working out a lot). It’s almost knee-jerk reaction: “Hands off the merchandise.” The girls erupt in laughter. They love it. The bride thinks I’m hilarious. Then her friend says she has to do a body shot off me. So off we go to the bar and she does a body shot off me, bites the lime out of my mouth and then makes out with me a bit.

Another item on her list was “Make out with a guy named Matt”. It so happened that the lair guy whose birthday it was, was named “Matt”. So I tell her my friend has that name and it’s his birthday, so she has to make out with him. She does so. He gets a kick out of it. You’re welcome…

So this monstrous 10-set is at the bar with me, and the other lair guys all start coming in to wing. The bride’s definitely the hottest, but there are a couple other cute girls in the set, so I decide to pick a target since they I’m pretty much “in” with the group at this point. I pick a cute girl out and start gaming her. Things go well for a few minutes, she’s definitely flirty, even have some kino going then I ask her, “How do you know the bride?” She says, “I’m dating her brother.” OK… NEXT!

Talk to next hottest girl. She’s engaged. NEXT!

Go to the third hottest, who is borderline caliber for my standards. She’s into me, but has the personality of a doornail. Everything I say she giggles, says, “Yeah” and then shrugs. I couldn’t get anything out of her. Talk about boring. I eject.

Run a couple other sets with some guys and then come back to check on the bachelorette party. One of the girls grabs me and says, “We want you to hang out with us!” Looks like I’m their boy-toy for the night. Cool…

I’m now social-proofed out the ass, as I’ve gamed four out of the 10 girls with good responses and the last one I talked to wants to hook up with me. The bride comes over and asks if I want to hook up with her friend, that she can set me up. I give a vague answer like, “She’s cool, we’ll see what happens.” In my experience when girls try to play matchmaker, they end up doing more harm than good, and on top of that, I wasn’t sure how into the girl I was.

But there was something different about the bride. She was leaning way into me, I had my arm around her. She told me she wanted to hook me up with one of her friends. “All of the ones I talked to were already taken. What’s with that? And you’re taken too. You’re about to be taken forever.”

She leans way in to talk straight into my ear: “Yeah, but if I wasn’t getting married, I’d totally hook up with you. I think you’re really hot.”

I’m still not thinking about gaming her. I sit down with her group and she sits on my lap and pulls my arms around her. Sometimes girls, even though they don’t intend on hooking up with you, they still like you to touch them, hold them — they trust you and they like you, etc.

We start talking about her fiance, how long she’s known him. She talks about how she’s actually old-fashioned, she wants to be a stay-at-home mom and she loves to take care of her man. I tell her good, becasue I love being pampered (it’s true) and not enough women pamper their man anymore.

Somehow, (I wish I remembered, they were buying me shots by this point), this got onto the topic of her being crazy in bed. I told her: you spoil your man both in the kitchen and the bedroom? She nodded. She was getting really worked up and did a bit of a false-takeaway. When she came back, I could feel that the sexual tension was through the roof. I think the friends were starting to notice it too. I decided to diffuse the situation.

I grabbed her, put my mouth to her ear, and whispered, “Look X, I find you incredibly sexy and wish we could have met under other circumstances, but I realize nothing can ever happen between us, so have a great night and I wish you the best of luck.”

For the second FR in a row, this was said completely genuinely, with no alterior motive or ill intentions and it COMPLETELY backfired. I started to walk off, and before I know it she’s following me, grabbing my hand and taking me back to the other lounge.

We get there and bridesmaids are following her. They know what’s up. We congregate by the bar and I start pulling every lair guy I see into the set. Sorry, but she was hot. I was turned on. She was turned on. She wanted it. I tried to diffuse but jesus… fuck it. I’m going for it.

With like 3-4 lair guys in the monster set now, we get a moment isolated again and this time she grabs me and we walk into the other room. we go back into a dark corner with some seats. I sit down and she immediately climbs on top of me and strattles me. We start going at it fucking porno-style. I’m pulling her hair and biting her lip. I can practically SEE her panties getting wet just from her facial expressions. She tells me she’s turned on. She’s grinding her pussy against my jeans. her dress is pulled up so her thong is showing. I tell her she’s a fucking dirty girl and that I’m going to do awful things to her.

Bridesmaids swoop in, like seven of them. Before I even know it she’s gone and taken into the bathroom.

I take the chance to piss as well. My roommate and main wingman comes in with me and tells me that there’s no logistical way to do anything else in the club, I have to pull somehow. I agree, but I tell him there are jsut way too many friends. He says he’s trying his best, but guys aren’t hanging in there.

We go back and forth for a bit. I tell him I can pull her if I can get her alone but I need more cockblocks, I need him to occupy more chicks. He’s screaming that there simply aren’t enough. Right then, some random guy in the bathroom steps up and says, “Hey man, I’ll take one for the team.” It was hilarious. We’re like, “All right, just buy me a couple minutes”. Then another guy steps up and says, “you got cockblocks? I’ll help a brother out.” It was so fucking awesome. I loved it. Random club dudes just stepping up for wing-duty. I’m going back into this set with a the fucking cavalry.

We wait outside the bathrooms. The girls come back out — all fucking 200 of them at once. The guys go in, I go straight for the bride. She’s so happy to see me.

It’s a complete clusterfuck, but I manage to get a minute alone with her in the chaos. She gives me all of her hotel information, her phone number, tells me to come to her room. Tells me she’ll wait for me and to promise to come.

Finally the cockblocks break through. Her friend looks me dead in the eye: “She’s getting married. Just walk away… please.”

My main wing hit his limit as well. “Dude, you’re about to ruin this girl’s life. Stop.”

PUA and ethics often intersect and this was the mother of situations. I’ve had girls cheat on guys with me, but not in such an intense scenario. I had no idea what to do. I was drunk and horny, honestly had no concern for her fiance, but thought she may regret it. It really is fucking with someone’s life, but at the same time, don’t they have that responsibility to their life and not me?

Here are the factors:
- She was drunk, but not incapacitated.
- I didn’t particularly have any deep feelings or connection with the girl.
- I don’t think there was any doubt that this wouldn’t be a ONS. I really think she was having some freak moment where she realized, “I’m never going to be able to do this again,” and really wanted to do it one more time.
- I wouldn’t have stayed the night there, because the morning would have been potential drama bomb.
- I know nothing about the husband nor really care.

So what would you do?