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t's
Sunday morning. You're nursing a hangover with a cup of coffee and the
newspaper, trying
to justify your profligate lifestyle to yourself. Then you turn the page,
and there it is. The weddings section. All those smarmy newlyweds, smug
in
their
conventional marital status, complicated argyle
sweaters and inherited wealth!
Well screw that, screw them, and double-screw inherited wealth. We think
random hookups and casual flings are at least as interesting as
weddings, and we want your true-life tales. Send your stories to beddings@nerve.com.
Your inspiration is the wedding-announcement section of your local paper.
(Examples are provided below.) If you can include a photo, go for it. Winners
will be published monthly, beginning in December.
Sarah
Alison Baker,
Kyle Michael Ross
Sarah Alison Baker, the daughter of Dr.
Joe R. Baker III and Emily Baker of Memphis, Tenn., vaguely recalls
having sex last night with Kyle Michael
Ross, a son of Barry J. Ross and Margot Ross of Baltimore, MD.
Baker, 26, is an assistant at Abraham and Winters literary agency.
She graduated from the University of Pennsylvania with a bachelor's
degree in English. Her father is the vice president for global
sales and marketing at
Memphis Loo, a leading manufacturer of bathroom appliances. Her mother is a
retired clinical psychologist.
Ross, 32, is an aspiring actor who has been collecting unemployment for six
months. He currently supplements his income by selling hydroponic homegrown
to his East Village neighbors. Ross graduated from Skidmore College with a
theater degree. His father is a criminal attorney at Ross, Mason and Posner.
His mother makes papier-mache birds.
The unlikely uncouple met at Señor Frogs. "I was sitting at the bar when I
noticed this cute boy across the room. He had a huge gap in between his two
front teeth. It was so lascivious, like Chaucer's Wyf of Bath!" says Baker.
"Two hours later we were back at his place." "Sarah who?" asks Ross. Baker's
previous one-night-stand ended in a UTI.
Jason
Wrightman,
Christian von Riesenfrank
Jason Wrightman, 20, explored his budding
bi-curiosity with Christian von Riesenfrank, 26, in the men's room
of a popular downtown bar early Sunday morning. Also in attendance
were Mr. Wrightman's date, Elise Winston, and her roommate, Cecily
McGovern, both 21. Ms. Winston and Ms. McGovern were both dancing
to "that lime-in-the-coconut song" and were too intoxicated to
care when Mr. Wrightman and Mr. Von Riesenfrank sneaked off into
a bathroom stall for four-and-a-half minutes of mutual masturbation
and cheap cocaine.
Mr. Wrightman, a Brown University student, is the son of Arthur Wrightman III
and Marjorie "Nippy" Wrightman of Scarsdale, NY. Mr. von Riesenfrank is an "independent
filmmaker." His father, Ernest, claims to be a descendant of Nicholas
Romanoff and his mother, Francine, suffers from "terrible migraines" that often
keep her up drinking all night and holed up in a dark bedroom all day. She
was "unavailable" for comment. However, Ms. Winston, a gender studies major
at Barnard College, says she's thrilled for Mr. Wrightman. "I'm just so happy
he finally felt comfortable enough to explore his sexuality. Maybe now
he'll be up for that MMF threesome I wanted for Christmas."
Angela
Gross,
Eric Holmes
Angela Gross, 24, the
daughter of Stanley and Lauren Gross of Dallas, TX, was drunkenly
fondled and minimally pleasured Friday night
by Eric Holmes, 31, the son of Smith and Erin Holmes of Syracuse,
NY.
Ms. Gross is a painter who holds a degree in philosophy
from Slippery Rock State College. She is keeping her name. Her father is an
attorney with the firm of Lloyd and Gross LLP. Her mother is a homemaker. Holmes
is
a graphic
designer.
His parents are Egyptologists.
Gross and Holmes met in the third row of a late-night screening of Beyond
the Valley of the Dolls. The couple adjourned to a nearby bar, then
stumbled back to her apartment, where Holmes revealed himself to be a sloppy
kisser. Gross showed minimal interest in fellatio. Penetration was brief; to
reach orgasm, Ms. Grossman resorted to her Rain-Bo Butterfly Vibe. This
slightly unnerved Holmes, who isn't so much into toys, but he recovered and
described the experience as "on a scale of one to ten, a solid six."
The couple will hold a reception at a neighborhood bar, where they will exchange uncomfortable glances from opposite corners.