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There is just something about proms that bring out the best in girls and the worst in boys, isn't there? For the girls: shopping trips with your friends for the perfect dress; getting your nails done; getting your hair done; spending hours before the dance getting ready. For the boys: making sure you have the coolest car, to show up your friends; going along with her "suggestion" to match your tux to her dress, in hopes that it softens her up; planning with great detail how many times you can grope her while convincing her it was accidental. Its all part of the game, right?
My senior prom should have been the highlight of high school. I had the perfect dress. I had the lace "Madonna" gloves that matched perfectly. I had silk shoes dyed to match the dress perfectly. I had gotten my nails done. I had awesome hair, with just the perfect height and fullness.
What I didn't have was the perfect date.
I had no boyfriend around prom time, so I asked a guy friend from another school if he'd like to go with me. He was always super sweet to me, we were close friends, and he was pretty good eye candy, to boot! Since I was the one who did the asking, and since he didn't go to my school, I was the one who paid for the tickets. I paid for dinner. He just had to get his own tux, match it to my dress, and arrange transportation. He agreed, and plans were made. I was really pretty excited, and thought we'd have a better time, since we didn't have any of the relationship drama that so many of my friends had.
Apparently, I missed the part of the planning that said that he was allowed to plan twelve different ways to get me OUT of that dress. And that he was allowed to get extremely petulant when I refused to go along with those plans. I also missed the part that said that when he stomped off pouting, I should have followed along behind him trying to convince him it was all ok with me, and that it was still a good idea to keep working on those plans. What WASN'T ok, so I found out later, was for me to stay on the dance floor, dancing with guys who were happy to continue dancing with me IN that kick-ass dress, while he went and sulked.
At least, I assumed he was sitting at the table sulking. When I went to find him, one of my friends told me that he'd left. No, not just left for the restroom. No, not just walking around, waiting for me. Gone. As in, LEFT ME STRANDED. At my senior prom.
Oh! Did I forget to mention it was only 10:30 pm?
So I called my dad to come pick me up, handed my tickets to the after-prom party to a cute little special ed couple, and was home before 11:30 pm. On the night of my senior prom.
Stupid boy. Its been almost 20 years, and I don't think I've quite forgiven him for that yet.