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"Waiting till the wedding night – getting married the right way"
Published
September 14, 2012
FoxNews.com
As
anyone who’s read my abstinence
column here at Fox News Opinion could guess, my wedding is something
that I’ve looked forward to for quite some time. After having tied the knot at
the end of August, I can now say beyond all shadow of a doubt, that it was
everything I’d hoped and prayed that it would be since childhood. (I’d also
prayed to be bitten by a radioactive spider and develop sticky hands, but… I
was an idiot.)
Let
me preface this column by saying this: my wife (I have to get used to saying
that) and I not only waited sexually in every way (no, we didn’t pull the Bill
Clinton and technically avoid “sex” sex,) but we didn’t shack up as live-ins
and most importantly, we courted each other in a way that was consistent with
our publicly professed values.
We
did it right.
Our
wedding was perfect. Our wedding night was nothing short of amazing. I write
this on a plane heading into a tropical paradise with the most beautiful woman
to have walked the planet earth.
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Feeling
judged? I couldn’t care less. You know why? Because my wife and I were judged
all throughout our relationship. People laughed, scoffed and poked fun at the
young, celibate, naive Christian couple.
We’d
certainly never make it to the wedding without schtupping, and if we did, our
“wedding night would be awkward and terrible,” they said.
Turns
out that people couldn’t have been more wrong. Looking back, I think that
the women saying those things felt like the floozies they ultimately were, and
the men, with their fickle manhood tied to their pathetic sexual conquests,
felt threatened.
I
think it’s important to write this column not to gloat (though I’ll be glad
to), but to speak up for all of the young couples that have also done things
the right way. When people do marriage right, they don’t complain so much, and
so their voices are silenced by the rabble of promiscuous charlatans, peddling
their pathetic world view as “progressive.”
Our
wedding was perfect. Our wedding night was nothing short of amazing. I write
this on a plane heading into a tropical paradise with the most beautiful woman
to have walked the planet earth. I know everybody says that their bride was the
“most beautiful in the world.” They’re wrong. I win.
I’d
like to tell you a story of our morning after, however. One that transpired
into one of the most glaring epiphanies I’d ever had.
As
my wife (again, still not used to that) and I ate breakfast at a local inn, we
discussed how excited we were to start the rest of our lives together, how
scary it was that everything was now so different. At the same time, we
overheard the table next to us discussing their very own wedding from the night
prior. What a coincidence!
“The
thing is, nothing’s really changed,” the bride said.
Puzzled,
my wife asked, “Did you get married last night too? So did we!”
“Congratulations!”
the other dame said. “Yeah we did, just last night.”
“Where’s
the groom?” my wife innocently… scratch that, naively asked.
“Oh,
he’s sleeping. There was no way he was coming out with me this morning!” She
paused and smirked. “Let’s just say that he’s got a lingering headache from a
really good time last night.”
My
heart sank. Firstly, that poor schmuck's “good time” was simply getting
snookered. Not enjoying the company of close family and long-lost friends with
a clear head and clean conscience, not staring in awe at his beautiful new
wife, wanting to soak in every glimmer of her eyes as she shot him heart-racing
looks from across the dance floor, not taking all of the cheesy pictures as
they cut the cake, not even carrying her across that suite threshold as they
nervously anticipated their “nightcap.” He probably won’t remember any of it.
Instead, he got smashed. He was “that guy”… at his own freaking wedding.
Then
I realized something. Our wedding was truly a once in a lifetime event. It was
a God’s-honest celebration of two completely separate lives now becoming one.
Physically, emotionally, financially and spiritually, everything that made us
who we were individually was becoming what bonded us together. Our family
traveled from far and wide to celebrate the decision of two young people to
truly commit themselves to each other, and selflessly give themselves to one
another in a way that they never had before that very night.
The
people next to us that morning? Well, theirs was just one big party. And
the morning after? Just another hangover.
Our
“weddings” were the same event in name only. They know it, and we know it.
Do
yours the right way. If you’re young and wondering whether you should
wait, whether you should just give in, become a live-in harlot/mimbo and do it
the world’s way. If you’re wondering whether all of the mocking, the
ridicule, the incredible difficulty of saving yourself for your spouse is worth
it, let me tell you without a doubt that it is. Your wedding can be the most
memorable day and night of your life… or just another party.
Oops.
Did I just make a “judgment?” You’re darn right I did.
Steven Crowder is a comedian and Fox News contributor. Follow him on Twitter@scrowder.
