Finding Mr. Wright (Right) Bridal Shower Story - FREE

Honestly, I have gotten sick and tired of these damn websites wanting to charge an arm and a leg for party favors. IT'S CALLED SHARING BITCHES!!! As the designated Game Master of a recent bridal shower, I decided that instead of paying $19.95 for a story, I would write my own. With that in mind - DO NOT USE THIS STORY FOR THE PURPOSE OF MAKING MONEY. IT IS ONLY MEANT FOR SHARING.

The game is very simple... wrap up 1 present for every 5 people attending the bridal shower (15 people = 3 presents if you're not a math wizard). Direct your guests to stand in a circle, and distribute the gifts to random people in the group. Every time your guests hear the word LEFT, they are to pass the gift to the LEFT. Every time your guests hear the word WRIGHT or RIGHT, they are to pass the gift to the right. It makes for a fun game of frantic gift tossing. ENJOY!!!

FINDING MR. WRIGHT
(Bride’s Name) was a shy girl who had not LEFT her house for months. She was lonely… and she realized she had reached the RIGHT age to find the RIGHT man. (Bride) stood up at that moment and LEFT to check out her old stomping ground. She knew exactly what she wanted in her Mr. RIGHT… Tall, dark, and handsome who wouldn’t be afraid to wear a ring on his LEFT hand. (Bride) was on the prowl, and at her first stop, RIGHT before her eyes she saw a man whose good looks LEFT her feeling weak. She maneuvered through the crowd, weaving LEFT, RIGHT, and LEFT again. As she got closer to him, their eyes met and it seemed like love at first sight for them both.

“FIRE!” someone shouted. RIGHT behind them a blaze had broken out in the club, and people began to scramble to the doors. Mr. RIGHT had been within her reach, but they were swept away from each other in the commotion. He shouted his name to her, but all she caught was his last name “WRIGHT”. Once outside, (Bride) was LEFT feeling hopeless with only a name to find him, “WRIGHT” she said to herself.

The following days were agonizing, knowing her Mr. WRIGHT was out there but with no good way to find him. She had looked in the phonebook, but there were so many WRIGHTS RIGHT there on the page, she didn’t want to call everyone… what would be the RIGHT thing to say? “I thought I met my Mr. RIGHT at the club the other night, but I only got his last name before I was swept RIGHT out the doors because of a fire.” She didn’t want to irritate people for no good reason… she wasn’t even sure if his name really was WRIGHT. It could be Bite, Flight, Knight… she wasn’t positive.

(Bride) decided she would just keep looking for Mr. WRIGHT. The following weekend she LEFT her house to search for him. Grocery stores, hardware stores, the gym, and many local night clubs, but once she LEFT each stop she felt close to tears. There was no sign of Mr. RIGHT anywhere. (Bride) LEFT her last stop of the night, and decided to drive to the club where she had first seen her Mr. RIGHT.

She parked her car and approached the charred remains of the building. It was a stormy evening and no one in their RIGHT mind would be out alone at this hour, but she wanted to visit this spot one last time before giving up hope of meeting Mr. RIGHT again. After a few minutes, (Bride) saw something move to her RIGHT. She knew she should have LEFT sooner. She quickly turned to see what was stirring nearby. Mr. WRIGHT was approaching, looking into her eyes and smiling. “I been waiting RIGHT here every night hoping you might come back… My name is (Groom). (Groom) WRIGHT.”

They fell deeply in love, married, and Mr. & Mrs. WRIGHT lived happily ever after… and never LEFT each other’s side, except to visit the bathroom (that would just be so not RIGHT).

THE END