Most recently, my bride, without me knowing it, bought herself a very white ladies' tuxedo. It comes with a white jacket, a white vest, and a white skirt that reached a little bit below her knees. I'm not talking about a business suit, I mean a tuxedo. She went to a tailor and had it properly fitted. So one Friday evening, she tells me, "You're going to need to wear your tuxedo tomorrow." It wasn't an anniversary or anything, but I've learned to just go with things like this, happily so. "What time?" I asked. "By noon or so," she said. So the next morning, after breakfast and getting showered and shaved, I went into our bedroom. "I've already put your tux and stuff in the spare bedroom," she said. "Can you change in there?" So I did. Not long after, I was in my black tuxedo, the pants and vest anyway, along with my starched and pressed white tuxedo shirt, and had tied up my black bow tie. I put on my tuxedo jacket and headed back to my bedroom. I knocked, and heard my wife say to hang on a minute. There I was, expecting to see her in her bridal gown and veil when the door opened. When she opened the door, there she stood in this white tuxedo, along with a starched white pleated-front tuxedo shirt. At her stiff, white collar was a perfectly-tied white bow tie that she'd tied herself. She was wearing white pantyhose and white pumps. I must've been standing there with my mouth open. Standing there very stiffly, ramrod straight, with her hands folded low in front of her buttoned white tux jacket, she asked, "What do you think?" Stepping toward her, I took her right hand and slipped it through my left arm. "I think," I said, "that we've got a wedding to get to!" I was just blown away. Actually, she'd booked a wedding chapel, about an hour away, for a three o'clock wedding. We had time to sit on the sofa - after taking off our tuxedo jackets so they so they wouldn't be wrinkled for the wedding - to sit and kiss for a bit. We finally left and drove to the wedding chapel, where a while later two very nervous buttoned up and bow tied people walked very slowly down the aisle to be wed.
Is it normal that my wife loves dressing in her bridal gown?
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Most recently, my bride, without me knowing it, bought herself a very white ladies' tuxedo. It comes with a white jacket, a white vest, and a white skirt that reached a little bit below her knees. I'm not talking about a business suit, I mean a tuxedo. She went to a tailor and had it properly fitted. So one Friday evening, she tells me, "You're going to need to wear your tuxedo tomorrow." It wasn't an anniversary or anything, but I've learned to just go with things like this, happily so. "What time?" I asked. "By noon or so," she said. So the next morning, after breakfast and getting showered and shaved, I went into our bedroom. "I've already put your tux and stuff in the spare bedroom," she said. "Can you change in there?" So I did. Not long after, I was in my black tuxedo, the pants and vest anyway, along with my starched and pressed white tuxedo shirt, and had tied up my black bow tie. I put on my tuxedo jacket and headed back to my bedroom. I knocked, and heard my wife say to hang on a minute. There I was, expecting to see her in her bridal gown and veil when the door opened. When she opened the door, there she stood in this white tuxedo, along with a starched white pleated-front tuxedo shirt. At her stiff, white collar was a perfectly-tied white bow tie that she'd tied herself. She was wearing white pantyhose and white pumps. I must've been standing there with my mouth open. Standing there very stiffly, ramrod straight, with her hands folded low in front of her buttoned white tux jacket, she asked, "What do you think?" Stepping toward her, I took her right hand and slipped it through my left arm. "I think," I said, "that we've got a wedding to get to!" I was just blown away. Actually, she'd booked a wedding chapel, about an hour away, for a three o'clock wedding. We had time to sit on the sofa - after taking off our tuxedo jackets so they so they wouldn't be wrinkled for the wedding - to sit and kiss for a bit. We finally left and drove to the wedding chapel, where a while later two very nervous buttoned up and bow tied people walked very slowly down the aisle to be wed.