Oh, Those High School Dances Blog Hop

I have to start out with an apology!  I couldn't find my prom pictures.  I read the rules over again, and I don't have a funny dance story.  So, I probably shouldn't even be participating today, but I absolutely hate it when I blog hop, and the person who signed up doesn't follow through, so I'm going to just tell you my pathetic high school prom stories with words.

Please don't think I'm a big loser.

We're time travelling back to 1988.  A Junior at Chadron High School, I was so excited to get to finally go to prom.  Some of my classmates attended prom from the time they were a Freshman, but I didn't have the social skills to actually encourage anyone to pay attention to me.  I was like a mash up of Ally Sheedy in the Breakfast Club, and Mary Stuart Masterson in Some Kind of Wonderful, except I didn't play the drums as good as she did.

I needed a date.  No one in my school asked me out. Ever. Okay, that isn't exactly the truth.  I think I had two dates the whole four years of high school, though.  I decided to ask a guy I met at a church retreat.  Words can't describe how enamored I was with the guy.  I couldn't believe it when he said yes! Heaven!

The week before prom, he calls.  "I'm so sorry, but I can't take you to your prom.  I'm grounded."  Didn't tell me what for, just that he wasn't coming.  (His sister and I became friends later and she told me he had stolen a car off their parent's car lot.) I ate an entire half-gallon of cherry nut ice cream that night. Ice cream will soothe a broken heart.  Don't let anyone tell you it can't.

I still went to prom.  It wasn't so fun.  In fact, I can't honestly remember the dance at all.

Next year - Senior prom, 1989.  Did not plan on going, especially without a date.  My aunt pulls this college guy out of who knows where, who actually will go to a prom with a blind date.  What was I thinking.

Got a dress, and being the optimist I always have been, got excited for the evening.  I wish I could have found the pictures from this prom because the humor portion of this post could be from the dress.  Poufy white with black polka dot sleeves should never be allowed on anything, but especially a prom dress.  The pouf on these sleeves was astounding.

I go pick up the guy from the college (he was staying with a friend on campus).  We go to the dance.  He is too emotional too dance.  Yes, he actually told me he was thinking about his ex-girlfriend and just didn't feel like he wanted to dance.  I think we danced to three songs the whole night.

I dumped his you-know-what once the dance was over, and went to the skating party alone.  My friends were there, though, and it was more like a group activity, so it was all good.

There it is.  My teenage failure forever captured on the internet!  I'm happy to say that life improved significantly once I graduated.  I haven't looked back.

Today there is a new post at the Life List Club blog by the fabulous Sonia G. Medeiros.  If you're feeling the need for a little inspiration, click here.  Also, tomorrow you can read all about why I think my Mom is the best mom ever when I guest post at Karen S. Elliott's blog for her Mother's Day series. I hope to see you there!