Our Last Chance
I don’t know if this counts. It was just a weird situation.
Senior year of High School, I decided that I’m not going to Homecoming. I don’t have a girlfriend. I’m not interested in anyone.
I have no interest in going just to go. My homecoming comes and goes. A good friend from another school asks me to homecoming. I tell her no. I’m not interested.
She begs, says she’s a senior and no one has ever taken her to a dance. She goes to a Catholic School that is 75% female.
She spent all last year living in a different state at a strange school and taking care of her grandmother, so this is her last chance. Some friends of hers are going.
They will pick her up and bring her. We aren’t going to dinner. Just the dance. Neither of us are interested in each other romantically. She’s buying tickets. I reluctantly agree.
The next Friday, I put on my suit. Meet her and her friends at the dance . . . with this other guy. A guy she came with. She’s brought two dates to the dance.
Now, I am not hurt by this, only a little annoyed that I went when she clearly has another date. I dance with her some. She dances with him some.
I know one of her friends fairly well, the other three not at all, but I dance with them some to be polite as they don’t have dates. The other guy seems nice. I don’t think he was expecting me either.
The next day, I get a call from her and an apology. No explanation. I should have asked, but I was too busy assuring her my feelings weren’t hurt. I guess he was a little bit more upset and wasn’t talking to her.
Still have no idea what was going on. I don’t think I was an extra guy brought for her friends, though it crossed my mind. Maybe the other guy asked last minute, and she actually kind of liked him, but couldn’t bring herself to break our “date?”