'Out Of Gas'
[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.
Co-op~ma for Jess!
I didn't have a boyfriend in highschool. I did have a Prom date, who showed up in top hat and tails and drove us in a tiny yellow sportscar, but did not dance with me. He did win me a Lava Lamp at the afterprom, which I still have. It was also my 18th birthday.
Woah, am I the depressing B-plot of a teen movie?
I lasted until Junior year as a good girl. It was my best friend's Air Force older brother who ruined me.
I went from never-been-kissed to hold-up-there-boy!THATS3rdBASE!! all in about a half hour.
Co-op~ma for Jess & Fone Bone!
I went to more than a few proms/winter balls. Homecoming wasn't the formal dance it seems to be down here, so the Juniors & the Seniors both had a formal dance - one in winter & one in "spring". Why the hell they didn't think of making Homecoming formal when it was one of the few times in the school year it wasn't 40 below with 5 feet of snow is beyond me.
I went from never-been-kissed to hold-up-there-boy!THATS3rdBASE!! all in about a half hour.
Heh. Me, too. Ninth grade party, Little Red Corvette on the stereo. Almost inevitable, really.
edited for relevance, punctuation
Baby, ur much 2 fast (yes u r)
Ah, Prince. The original chatspeak maven.
Hey, I was taken to my first bar by a preacher. Beat that.
edit: And I was underage. Damned good cheeseburgers, too.
It was quite a while before I got that you Americans had a different one from the British.
Stuff is kinda cleared up, but at no time did my school-attending culture include school dances. Usually didn't include boys either.
Co-op-ma for Jess & E!
My senior year for prom sucked. Not because I didn't go, because I did. Not because I didn't have a date--I went with a cute, but dim boy I'd started dating. But because I initially worked up the guts to ask the guy I had the HUGEST crush on all through school.
He was my friend, too, and I even sucked it up and asked him to go "as friends." He said he couldn't justify spending that much money on "just friends." So what did he do? Our art teacher set him up with her tall, willowy, gorgeous brunette daughter--whom he had NEVER even met! And he went. Because she was beautiful.
My only consolation is that they had ZERO chemistry and he had a MISERABLE time (according to our friend that double dated with him). Take that!
Um, except he went on to get a dual degree from Notre Dame University and then on to IU Med school--where he became a surgeon for the Air Force and is now living in Japan.
Eh, he still can't beat my DH and I have WAY cuter kids than he does.