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.
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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.
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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.
I went to a bunch of proms.
Sophomore year, I had no date, but my therapist said, "Why not go anyway?" I mean, Jesus Christ, what kind of therapist tells a patient to GO TO PROM BY HIMSELF?!? Bastard. Anyway, long story short: felt stupid, went home.
Jr. and Sr. year I went with my girlfriend. There was actually less drama than usual between us.
Freshman year of college I took my best friend's sister (who was a few years younger) to Prom. I got made fun of for the way I danced to Van Halen's "Jump!" - just like the guy in the video....
I didn't go to Jr. Prom. Senior prom I went with a bunch of friends -- none of us had boyfriends or dates. It was reasonably fun.
I went to some kind of high school dance with church friends when I was 15 or so, I was such a spaz and managed to insult my date and not realize it until months later.
Then I went to my jr prom with a guy that a friend set me up with, it was an okay dance. I was much less of a spaz.
~ma to Jessica.