Scarcely any individuals have not heard the story of the terrible legend Cyrano de Bergerac. Skillful with his sword and his pen, with the brilliant tongue of a songbird, with a lady he could succeed on the off chance that he kept his face in the shadows. It seemed Mr. De Bergerac had the sort of nose that was a genuine mood killer. Jimmy Durante’s Schnozzola had nothing on Mr Bergerac’s monstrosity. What’s more, these, sadly, were the times where plastic surgery was as yet incomprehensible. Knowing how persuasive he could be, less gifted male friends would sometimes draw in him as a mentor to assist them with getting the lady of their dreams. Being a decent hearted sort of a man, he really advanced the marriage of one of his friends to the very lady De Bergerac would have charmed for himself, in the event that he did not have the nose.
There were times in history where men were sufficiently honest to concede that charming a young lady was simply not their favorite. Sure, they needed a spouse. Yet, it was not in that frame of mind to sit at a lady’s feet, compose poems and strums a balalaika while making a joke of them singing some vivacious nonsense. Being genuine men, they were solid drinkers, unstoppable fighters and by and large hard-fisted windbags. As to women, they did not have the foggiest idea how to start to develop their interest. Vikings specifically, being more inclined to ravaging than womanizing, were gravely hit when it came to attempting to win a lady according to her own preferences. Knowing his own restriction, this sort of a man needed to use trickiness and muscle, instead of the delicate forms of seduction. Watching out for the young lady and an ear to the ground, he held up as some preferred wooer over himself did most of the difficult work. Then as soon as he found out when the marriage was to occur, he was prepared to wrap up.
Getting along with the very best men of his associate, he gave them the spill. Could they help him in his mission to get himself a spouse? Outfitting themselves with knives, clubs, sticks and swords, these stout-hearted men would sally forward to the congregation book now. No sooner did the minister ask whether anybody knew about a reason why this couple should not be joined, than he found his solution. Of course, the wooer, having done all the difficult work, was not liable to just allow the gatecrasher to remove his award. Realizing that this sort of assault was on the cards, he also had not just carried with him the very best battling man of his colleague, however concealed a stack of swords and lances behind the special stepped area in expectation. It is from these beginning of pitched battles between the wooers and the non-wooers that our male attendants have their starting point. Today, we separate between the best man and the rest of the groomsmen.