[George VI]

In my early twenties, I attended the wedding of a good friend and his bride, who I had known for many years, a pretty, busty brunette. She and I had long had a little flirtatious relationship. If she wasn't dating my good friend I would have tried hard to date her.

It was very late at the wedding reception, and I was there without a date. There were only a handful of people left, including the bride and groom and me. But there was still music playing. We were all quite drunk, and somehow the bride got me to slow dance with her. I'm not a good dancer, and she was even more drunk than me, so were were pretty much hugging in place in the middle of the nearly-empty dance floor. She held onto me tightly, and had her head lying on my shoulder. She whispered to me, "I love you, George. Will you go to bed with me?" I had no comeback and remained speechless. I think by now a faster song had started but we continued to dance slow and close. About that time, her husband danced over and said, "Are you trying to make me jealous?" Realizing that the our dancing was too intimate-looking, I broke it off and stepped off the dance floor. No nudity or groping, but having a hot bride in her wedding dress suggest we have sex, while her groom was a few feet away, was hot.