When I was nineteen, my parents told me that we were going to go to an engagement party. Some of the people I knew, but I figured that most were just family friends that would be at the wedding. This guy and I started talking and really hitting it off. We decided to go upstairs to talk in private. Well, we ended up doing a little more than talking. We had sex three times that night. As we walked back downstairs to the party, my mom walked by and said, "Oh, honey, I'm so glad you got to meet your new cousin through marriage!" Apparently, after the wedding we were going to be related. Rick and I haven't talked since. I ended up playing sick so I didn't have to go to the wedding.
— Jessica, 34