No offense to you Massassian ladies out there, but this one is geared a little more towards the guys.
I'm in the midst of running the private school prom gauntlet one last time. Consider it the Grismath Farewell Tour before uni, and things have suddenly taken a turn for the brighter side.
At one girl's school, a comely young girl for whom I'm rather fond asked me to her sophomore formal on the 23rd.
At that same school, however, not-so-attractive girl I'm on rather friendly terms with asked me to their junior-senior prom on the 22nd. This wouldn't have been as awkward if I hadn't actually been in the midst of trying to get a different girl to ask me at the precise moment of the call. I hedged and told her that it was a no, but not a definite one. To make her feel a little better, I deigned to converse with her a little, but things only got worse when I said "So did you enjoy the-" (here's the part where for some reason I remember her dad is dead and cut myself short from saying 'Father-Daughter' dance.)
Anyway, for some unfathomable reason, I had called the relatively attractive girl whom I used to smash myself into and made me miserable (but whom I hadn't talked to in a long while), and asked her if she'd take me. She gave me a raincheck, because she was planning on taking someone she had a crush on, but if that fell through, she'd ask me. I mumbled ok and eneded the call. While I may seem like a lamb in person, though, I am in fact a lion, and the following events changed things a little.
I brought up prom matters before some of my freinds before school the next day (this morning) and one of my pals jogged my memory. You see, I have one bad, baaaad memory, and when I'm tired, it gets ridiculous. Think Memento. This has made some relationships with women rather interesting in usually cataclysmic ways. Anyway, he reminded me that every time I've taken this girl to dances (I took her to a semi-formal and prom and was too shy to ask her to start going out), I have had absolutely miserable times, after which I vowed each time to never have anything to do with her again. So I felt like a complete idiot, and obviously, I ought to take this out on the object of all this misery: her.
So I went to my computer tonight, resolved to come clean. The ugly friend, while not so comely, is still a good friend, and in the end, I'm not looking for some romantic dream come true at this prom, I'm just looking for a few good laughs and some warm memories. So I thought, hey, I'll apologize to the friend, she'll take me, and then if the other raincheck girl comes to me looking for a date, I'll rub it in her face and tell her she can come single and maybe I'll dance with her for a song.
I wanted to bounce this idea off of another levelheaded guy before taking the plunge, and he suggested that maybe I could go to the prom at a certain different girl's school (that has its prom on the same night to deter 'playas') instead, and not even have to worry about the friend. I said that I didn't know anyone well enough at this school that they would ask me, though, and only moments after I typed that, some girl I'd hung out with a few times from that school asked me to her prom. Not only did I get out of going with the friend, but I can still rub it in that other girl's face. Score!
Hopefully everything will workout on that promtastic weekend. A date for mine is in the bag because I have control over whomever I choose to take, and if I'm skilled, I can try to snag a date for a fourth. Granted, four proms is getting a little ridiculous, but I like the grandiose, and it's a heck of a way to go out.
I'm in the midst of running the private school prom gauntlet one last time. Consider it the Grismath Farewell Tour before uni, and things have suddenly taken a turn for the brighter side.
At one girl's school, a comely young girl for whom I'm rather fond asked me to her sophomore formal on the 23rd.
At that same school, however, not-so-attractive girl I'm on rather friendly terms with asked me to their junior-senior prom on the 22nd. This wouldn't have been as awkward if I hadn't actually been in the midst of trying to get a different girl to ask me at the precise moment of the call. I hedged and told her that it was a no, but not a definite one. To make her feel a little better, I deigned to converse with her a little, but things only got worse when I said "So did you enjoy the-" (here's the part where for some reason I remember her dad is dead and cut myself short from saying 'Father-Daughter' dance.)
Anyway, for some unfathomable reason, I had called the relatively attractive girl whom I used to smash myself into and made me miserable (but whom I hadn't talked to in a long while), and asked her if she'd take me. She gave me a raincheck, because she was planning on taking someone she had a crush on, but if that fell through, she'd ask me. I mumbled ok and eneded the call. While I may seem like a lamb in person, though, I am in fact a lion, and the following events changed things a little.
I brought up prom matters before some of my freinds before school the next day (this morning) and one of my pals jogged my memory. You see, I have one bad, baaaad memory, and when I'm tired, it gets ridiculous. Think Memento. This has made some relationships with women rather interesting in usually cataclysmic ways. Anyway, he reminded me that every time I've taken this girl to dances (I took her to a semi-formal and prom and was too shy to ask her to start going out), I have had absolutely miserable times, after which I vowed each time to never have anything to do with her again. So I felt like a complete idiot, and obviously, I ought to take this out on the object of all this misery: her.
So I went to my computer tonight, resolved to come clean. The ugly friend, while not so comely, is still a good friend, and in the end, I'm not looking for some romantic dream come true at this prom, I'm just looking for a few good laughs and some warm memories. So I thought, hey, I'll apologize to the friend, she'll take me, and then if the other raincheck girl comes to me looking for a date, I'll rub it in her face and tell her she can come single and maybe I'll dance with her for a song.
I wanted to bounce this idea off of another levelheaded guy before taking the plunge, and he suggested that maybe I could go to the prom at a certain different girl's school (that has its prom on the same night to deter 'playas') instead, and not even have to worry about the friend. I said that I didn't know anyone well enough at this school that they would ask me, though, and only moments after I typed that, some girl I'd hung out with a few times from that school asked me to her prom. Not only did I get out of going with the friend, but I can still rub it in that other girl's face. Score!
Hopefully everything will workout on that promtastic weekend. A date for mine is in the bag because I have control over whomever I choose to take, and if I'm skilled, I can try to snag a date for a fourth. Granted, four proms is getting a little ridiculous, but I like the grandiose, and it's a heck of a way to go out.