Anyway... in the winter of my senior year, I would drive over to my sister's place and she would help me with physics. I honestly don't remember anything about it... but I had to do the work and she was the one person I could go to that would explain it to me. Often times we would loaf around and watch Bob Ross on TV and not do the physics until the show was over... haha... and in the midst of it all, my sis would be running to the sink or toilet to gag at any smell (she was pregnant with her first). LOL! Oh, the memories.
During this time of tutoring... at one point her brother-in-law, who was still in high school also, brought over one of his friends. Somehow me and this friend got to hanging out... mostly at my sister's because he lived 25 mins away and her place was kind of the in between spot. He was nice, played on the basketball team, had a face like a baby doll... I really couldn't complain. We decided to "go out"... and during that time, he asked me to his prom. (He was a junior and went to a different school than the one I grew up in). I figured that since most of my friendships fizzled at my school when I decided to home school... I wouldn't miss much by not going to that prom (plus, I didn't technically GO to that school anymore, so I think I would've had to jump thru some hoops to get a ticket anyway). Oh, the thrill of going to prom with your boyfriend! I had never had a *boyfriend* take me to my previous 2 proms.
Well, at one point during our "going out"... we shared our first kiss! And OH WHAT A KISS THAT WAS!
I didn't make a habit of going around kissing many guys... but man, that kid did NOT know how to kiss. I literally cringed at the thought of hanging out with him... wondering if he'd want to kiss me again. It was quite sad, really... because he was a nice guy. And what was I going to do? Tell him that he was an awful kisser!? (ICK!!) So... a few weeks before prom, we talked (not about the kissing!!) and decided that we would just be friends (phew!). I offered to NOT go to the prom with him... because I kind of knew he had his eye on someone else anyway... but I think his mom made him take me since we'd already committed to it. Or else he was just trying to be nice.
So I tanned, popped some diet pills... and got my hair done. The night came and I felt desperately awkward, although I actually felt good about the way I looked (which is RARE). We stopped at his house to say hello to his parents. Awkward. We went out to eat with some of his friends. Awkward. We went to the high school where family and friends were waiting with their cameras... snapping a bajillion pictures. Awkward. And then... I was left alone with a gym full of people I didn't know... and a guy that wasn't my boyfriend anymore. Needless to say, I didn't take many pictures. THEN, I had to go to a lodge for an "after prom over nighter" where, again, I knew no one really... and slept on the floor with bobby pins jabbing my scalp all night! Like I said... awkward.
Later on we found out that my mom LOST her roll of film before it got developed... so the photo your about to see is the only one I've got from that evening. (Some day I hope that we find that lost roll of film--just out of curiosity).
So here ya go... PROM 2001... one of the most awkward nights of my life.
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