The Worst Senior Prom Ever

My turn again...

Question #5: What was the worst date you ever had?

SunFyre: My worst date I ever had, and I hope she gets to read this, was named Dawn. She was my date to my senior prom.

I had a friend who told me that Dawn, an incredibly pretty blonde who worked at the movie theater, was wondering if I had a prom date.

I'm a guy in a wheelchair who had dated maybe six times in my life prior to that. None of my dates had ever been in Dawn's league. I knew Dawn just a little. She had graduated the year before me, and now was working at the mall. I didn't even know her in high school.

Obviously, I asked her and she said "yes" on the spot. I was so excited. It was like one of those teen movies where the geek gets the pretty girl and remains popular for the rest of his high school career. My life was about to get wonderful.

I found out within 15 minutes at the dance that the only reason she wanted to go is because she knew her ex-boyfriend would be at the prom with his new girlfriend. Let's just say there was excessive yelling, and later excessive drinking in the bathroom. I never got to dance with her, and she spent most of the night in the ladies toilet.

I dropped her off early and went to after-prom by myself.

The good news is that I got my first girlfriend that night. Apparently Tammy had a crush on me, which she decided to share when she found out that I only dated Dawn because I was a shallow idiot. For some reason, women seem to be attracted to shallow idiots!

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