Last night, I went to my school's homecoming. I didn't go last year because I felt too awkward and self-conscious. I'm still awkward now, but not so much self-conscious, and I figured that I needed to go to a high school homecoming at least once.
Before the dance I went to my best friend Syd's house with about six other people... it was really fun until my date, who I shall call C, showed up. I was sort of surprised, considering how I hadn't even heard from him since Thursday and had no way of knowing if he was still planning on going to homecoming. But mostly, I was really ticked off because he showed up in a red shirt (my dress was teal-ish and black) and Kanye West-esque shutter shades. And he said I looked "really nice". Nice! No. I did my makeup for him! Awkwardness continued after we showed up to the dance. I started dancing with my group of friends, using my signature dance move, the "sort of shuffle feet, move hips and shoulders, and occasionally tuck hair back/ put hands up while looking downward". I was having a really good time of just being stupid with my friends, and was actually pretty relieved that C was, *ahem*, dancing with other girls. But of course since he was my date I had to dance with him a few times. Well actually, it was more like C would take a break from dancing with someone else, then show up behind me and trap me in the crowd so I couldn’t do anything else but dance with him. He did ask me to slow dance with him too; I wanted to die. I couldn’t even look him in the face and he stepped on my feet approximately 342098563607078543 times. Longest three minutes of my life!
The dance ended around eleven and C left without saying goodbye to me. Then I went back to Syd’s for the highlight of my night: Helping Syd eat the chocolates that her date, who also turned out to be an idiot, brought her. Nom nom. We decided that neither of us are going to think of boys anymore. They’re a big hassle and are really not worth it. I think, even though a few posts ago I gushed about C like a 12 year old with her first crush, I never really liked him. I just hadn’t shown an interest in guys for a while, and it made me happy to tell my friends that I might like C and hear their positive reactions. So really, I didn’t like C, I liked the idea of liking someone.
Even though I’m going to try and erase last night from my memory, comments telling me of your dates gone wrong would be much appreciated :]