If you ever get married, remember my name: Max Henderson. In my own line of function, you get a certain perspective on supposedly everlasting unions… 1. Pre-nups are your friend. 2. The individual you married isn’t the person you‚Äôre divorcing. 3. And I am hoping you didn‚Äôt spend very much on the wedding because that was one helluva waste materials of hard-earned cash, wasn‚Äôt it? However, many guys are prepared to take a possibility‚Äîlike my buddy, who thinks he‚Äôs going to trip off into the sunset with the woman of his dreams within a haze of glitter on unicorns. And the wedding planner‚Äîthe green-eyed beauty who makes a living convincing suckers to pay out thousands of dollars on centerpieces‚Äîcan be raking it in on this matrimonial monstrosity. The truth is, Charlie Love isn’t unlike me. We‚Äôre both cogs in the wedding-industrial complicated. As the very best man, I understand her video game‚Äîand I could play it better than her. But after one scorching, unpredicted kiss, I‚Äôm considering I might just need to get played.