You guys! I got asked to prom.
It gave me all sorts of warm and fuzzy feelings, it’s really a boost to my ego.
It was a very classy proposal. He was in a shiny black SUV with PROM? taped to the sides in giant pink cardboard. I can only assume he and his cohorts (someone needs to hold the reins) are artists, it was so skillfully done. Let us also hope they are as skillful in paint touch-ups.
My suitor in particular leaned out the window when he saw me standing with my dog outside the drugstore. “Wanna go to Prom?” he waxed poetic.
It warmed the cockles of my heart. Me, in my sweaty gym clothes, hair in disarray, looking a hot mess, asked to prom! And by someone strong and fast enough to claim a front seat!
I shook my head sadly ‘no’, to a chorus of teenage-boys going ‘Awwww’, before my suitor was swept off with the light’s change to green. Though Canada’s age of consent is 16, I’d still rather – at 27 – date one of his teachers.