So I never went to prom. There, I said it. I'm not sure how I feel about you knowing that now. I thought it would feel good to get it out, but I'm conflicted.
This being prom season and all, the topic comes up a lot. I usually just stay quiet when people talk about it (that and SAT scores) because I don't want to say that I didn't go. It's not that I didn't want to go; I wasn't the prom-is-stupid type.
I blamed it on money to my friends, but I could have made it work because I was working at a barbecue place at the time. Sure, all of my money went to repairing my POS 1982 Oldsmobile Toronado, but I could have put off a few repairs. God knows it ran on luck anyway.
No, it's that I wasn't asked. That makes me sad for my little 17 year old self. I was going to ask this guy that I liked from another school, but he didn't ask me to his prom, so I figured he didn't like me back. Wah wah wah...Plus, I just couldn't bring myself to ask a guy out. No offense if you've done it; I was just way too insecure to risk the rejection.
I have lots of regrets in life, but that's a pretty big one. I know that it shouldn't be, but still.
On a brighter note, Michael didn't go to prom either, but he went to the prom-like banquet of a friend's. Here's that fun story. This picture kills me. They're just babies!
Did you go to prom?