It’s all a part of the fairy-tale wedding dream: Girl meets boy, boy proposes to girl, girl and boy get married on the perfect day, with the perfect wedding, and that night they have perfect, magical, life-altering husband-and-wife sex before riding off into the sunset and living happily ever after.
Except that’s not what really happens—well, at least not the sex part. Because the thing is, you’re tired. Really tired. And maybe his groomsmen handed him one too many shots, and you have a headache from your updo, and you’ve both been awake for 18 hours straight, talking and crying and dancing and laughing, and everyone you know, including your grandparents, is sleeping on your hotel floor, right next door.
Point is, before the two of you close the door behind you at the end of your Big Day, we wanted you to know: If this particular aspect of your fairy tale is less than, well, magical, you’re not alone. Here, some Philly brides spill their stories on this little myth—and how it actually tends to go (or not go) down.