'Serenity'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Marilyn Manson needs to unhand that little girl! Ew ew ew!
My prom date was my boyfriend who I dated from mid-senior year through 2nd year of college. He is the only ex that I look back on with nothing but fond memories. He was my only serious BF in high school. Billy (probably Bill at this point), where are you now?
Junior year I went with my best friend, but wound up stealing a prom date at the dance.
Senior year my boyfriend was 4 years older than me, so I didn' think he'd be into going.
Still talk/hang out with date I stole. Was in touch with ex until he turned in to a massive jackass.
My prom date was my high school sweetheart. He's an attorney if FL, now. I know he's married (or at least was). I'm pretty sure he has children, but not positive. I last saw him about 5 years after high school ended. When his mother passed on, I thought about going to her wake, because his whole family was really great, but it felt too awkward, although I'm not sure why.
Oh, and I wore a sleeveless black velvet and gold lame short cocktail dress. He wore a black tux, gold bow tie, and black Vans. Hey, it was 1988!
Had no Prom date.
Dropped out of high school. No prom, no date.
My prom date is downstairs making dinner.
Not thinking about Evan Rachel Wood dating Marilyn Manson. Nope. Not thinking about it.
Jr. and Sr. Prom were half my dates in High School. Even though I got lots of rejection, it turned out to be a lot easier to get Prom dates than just regular dates.
I was in high school but no dates for me. Nobody ever asked, I never asked anybody. I was in college before I figured stuff out.
Not to say I wasn't asked to do things, but fortunately I was too naive to understand what they were talking about.
I just googled my prom date and no joy. Though his mom teaches no-impact aerobics (to music) and his dad now runs a "relaxation center".
Spent the day with a bunch of teenagers. Apparently I didn't embarrass either myself or K-Bug. Yay, me. Though I did get the pleasure (?) of watching the cow eyeball disection, a demonstration I have studiously avoided for over 30 years.