To: The World
From: Connie
If there's one thing I hate...it's being a wallflower. I mean, I like to think of myself as spunky, funny, interesting, and a hoot in general. At the very least, mildly entertaining, I would imagine. But nothing quite sucks the life out of one more than going to a heavily attended party with one other friend: a party at which you know no one but that friend and about two other people...and that's it.
I'm sort of against the whole idea of "prom" in general, as the very idea promotes more butterflies than needed, and inspires every girl to try to out-do every other girl there in terms of dress, hair, and shoes. And since I'm not really one to go all out in the "dress-hair-shoes" department, I usually end up losing that contest. Ordinarily, I wouldn't mind, because at the very least I would know people there who I could dance with, and just have a good time and not worry about my hair falling down, my dress not being pretty enough, or my shoes melting my toes into one big glob.
Of course, all those standards get chucked out the nearest window when you don't know anyone, and you end up sitting in the corner staring at everyone else dancing while zero boys come up and ask you to dance because you didn't take enough time to care about your dress, hair, and shoes.
I mean, it was okay I guess. I did get asked to dance once or twice...by the same guy. And once by some poor random guy who my buddy nabbed and probably threatened mental torture to if he didn't dance with me. Sweet as that was of her, I felt bad for the guy, as he was doing his utmost to carry on a conversation during the slow dance we were swaying to, and I couldn't hear a bloody thing he was saying because we were right by a speaker.
I tend to think of proms as one big fat waste of time that only highschoolers take the time to go out of their way for, but two night ago proved me wrong. Because apparently, college kids have proms of their own...only they're called "formals" so that they don't have to think of themselves as highschoolers who go out of their way for a big fat waste of time. So, technically I went to a "formal" two night ago...but don't kid yourselves: it was a prom. A prom to which the most interesting parts were when a friend of mine fell on her butt on the dance floor, people drunk danced to an oldies song whose name escapes me, and we were refused admission to McDonald's afterwards because it was 2:30 in the morning and they didn't open until 3:00 (for some bizarre, unexplained reason).
...You know what? ...That actually sounds like a total blast. Ok, yeah. I had a radically awesome time.
At least your experience is better than going to a prom where you know almost everyone and still don't get asked to dance by a single guy.
ReplyDeleteThis year my mum's forcing me to go and is setting me up with one of my best friends as a date, at least I have someone to plot with about short circuiting all the ridiculous lights strewn everywhere.
I agree with you on this 110%
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ReplyDeleteHaha, I have been to those dances. At some point, I realized that the boys were too scared to ask me, and it was far more effective to just nab them and yank them out there before they could object. Of course...that's easy to do when you know everyone. If I had done that at this dance, they may have called the cops on me...and that would probably have put a damper on the rest of the evening.
ReplyDeleteTrue, but at least a trip to the Police Station is more exciting than getting dolled up to go sit in a chair and hog all the shrimp cocktails while bemoaning your luck.
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