
I have a confession. I hate bachelorette parties. A night of dick straws, awkward dancing and being told "it'll be you soon, Kaitlyn!" Especially when it's at a super swanky Miami club--exactly where I don't belong. Couldn't get any worse, right? Enter Mr. Tall, Dark and I-didn't-know-they-made-people-this-gorgeous...

I have a confession. Awkward dancing. Penis-shaped straws. The inevitable "You're next, Kaitlyn " speech. Ugh. Could it get...
I hate bachelorette parties.
And to top it off? It's at a swanky Miami club where I stick out like sweatpants at a black-tie gala.