Chronicling the lives of everyday virgins, just like we once were, or if our name is Tripp Crosby, still are.
I watched this show last night and was all over twitter .
I watched in horror.
I watched cheering the guy on.
I watched in pain.
I watched dying laughing.
But I watched.
Because to watch 2 people kiss for the first time on their wedding day in front of friends and family like a mother bird feeding her young was exhilarating and horrifying.
I mean after that kiss I fear that the poor groom wanted to run to the hills so he didn’t have to endure that again.
How much hands off is too much hands off before the wedding day?
1st base? Second base? Third base? Foul Ball?