Dances are a girls right of passage. Every little girl can't wait to put on that brightly colored over beaded sparkily dress. Even the girls that say they don't secretly do. I always did. Sadly my dating life in high school was pathetic. I had never been asked out until I was 17 and a Jr. in high school. Even then it wasn't til a long while after he asked that we actually went. (which I wasn't complaining I had a huge crush on him and he was super popular) And to that last statement no I did not wait around for him to call/text/bring it up. I did my homework, hung out with friends, and whatever else it was that took up all my time. I'm not going to complain about my dating life because believe it or not I wasn't too upset about the fact that boys didn't ask me out. I was really focused on school. I eventually ended up graduating with my associates along with a caboodle load of other academic achievements that I am actually pretty proud of. That doesn't mean that when dances came around I wasn't an insecure girl who just wanted to put on a poofy dress. Alas I didn't get my chance until the end of my Jr. year to do that at another schools prom. Typical, the guy didn't ask me til a week before the dance was supposed to happen so that meant:
1)No nail appointments were open
2)No hair appointments were open
3)No where had a brightly colored over beaded sparkily dress in my size or that I liked
I had no idea what I was doing since I had never been to one before. This made me panic. I should have just told him no and that if he had really wanted to take me he could have asked me a while back, but hormones have a huge effect on a girl when she is crushing. We went on the day date and I managed to keep myself together. Then I had to run. I managed to borrow a dress from a friend (which ended up being a big mistake) another friend stepped in and did my hair (since I am COMPLETELY clueless when it comes to styling hair). He had asked after the day date if 6 would work to pick me up. I told him it probably wouldn't but he showed up anyways and had to spend a half hour talking to me dad (that ended up being super bad too). So I ran down stairs frazzled and what not. I could have killed him putting on the buttoneer. I did have fun and whatever.
The next time I got asked it was a bit of an improvement. I got asked by my best friend a week and a HALF before homecoming, but since we were going as friends with friends and I had done the rush thing I wasn't half as worried and ended up having an amazing time with my besties :)
I didn't get asked to another dance for quite a while but I did crash another friends decade dance which was epic to say the least (this included my infamous nap on the dance floor which I still get crap about to this day)
Finally, a boy asked me to my Sr. prom and gave me ample time to get ready. He was an exemplary date to say the least and I had an amazing time with him and this stress free day!
I went to my Sr. ball with my best friend again this time as his gf (gah that was a week long disaster!!! haha a lot of lessons RE-learned)
Looking back I managed to go to a LOT of dances in such a short period of time. It's weird that yesterday I was doing my little sisters makeup and lacing her up in my dress for her Sr. Prom. craziness! I feel so old. I guess the moral of this story is when asking a girl give her ample time to get things together and girls don't accept last minute date plans they aren't worth it! but mostly it was just an excuse for me to reminisce ha even though my sister and I aren't currently on the greatest terms I do have to say she did look pretty darn good
xoxo <3 -K
1)No nail appointments were open
2)No hair appointments were open
3)No where had a brightly colored over beaded sparkily dress in my size or that I liked
I had no idea what I was doing since I had never been to one before. This made me panic. I should have just told him no and that if he had really wanted to take me he could have asked me a while back, but hormones have a huge effect on a girl when she is crushing. We went on the day date and I managed to keep myself together. Then I had to run. I managed to borrow a dress from a friend (which ended up being a big mistake) another friend stepped in and did my hair (since I am COMPLETELY clueless when it comes to styling hair). He had asked after the day date if 6 would work to pick me up. I told him it probably wouldn't but he showed up anyways and had to spend a half hour talking to me dad (that ended up being super bad too). So I ran down stairs frazzled and what not. I could have killed him putting on the buttoneer. I did have fun and whatever.
I went to harvest last minute and that ended up being a dramatic evening with everyone and their mom crying.
I didn't get asked to another dance for quite a while but I did crash another friends decade dance which was epic to say the least (this included my infamous nap on the dance floor which I still get crap about to this day)
Finally, a boy asked me to my Sr. prom and gave me ample time to get ready. He was an exemplary date to say the least and I had an amazing time with him and this stress free day!
I crashed another one of my besties dances...
I even made it home from new york in time to go to weber states homecoming dance with my boyfriend (not shown here)
Looking back I managed to go to a LOT of dances in such a short period of time. It's weird that yesterday I was doing my little sisters makeup and lacing her up in my dress for her Sr. Prom. craziness! I feel so old. I guess the moral of this story is when asking a girl give her ample time to get things together and girls don't accept last minute date plans they aren't worth it! but mostly it was just an excuse for me to reminisce ha even though my sister and I aren't currently on the greatest terms I do have to say she did look pretty darn good
xoxo <3 -K
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