reprobayt: (High School Girls)
I was Urkel.

Seriously...just ask [livejournal.com profile] felishathekitty. I was almost two years younger than everyone in my class. No car. Short. Geeky...stuck hopelessly in the 'friend zone'. You get the idea.

Anyway, the girl I asked to the prom (and whom I had a low-level crush on) turned me down flat. My defense mechanisms to this day blot out the possible snicker in her voice...I figured I would just miss the Senior Prom like I missed 99% of the high school dances. (Did I mention how much I hated high school?)

I was talking about the prom with a friend of mine. He reminded me that a mutual friend of ours who happened to be a freshman in college always lamented the fact that due to 'drama' with her now ex-boyfriend, she had missed her prom. Maybe, he said, you should ask her.

I did. She said she'd love to.
Went to prom. Had a good time. Went as friends. Left as friends. End of story...not.

-----------------

Fast forward - more than five years later.

Sitting around having a few beers with a couple of friends, when Mark comes into the apartment. I knew Mark from 6 years old. We lost track of each other from the beginning of high school until after college. Since I moved back after college, I'd run into old friends and started hanging out again. Turned out to be a mistake....but that's another session on the couch.

Anyway, Mark walks in - and the conversation goes something like this:

Mark: I ought to kick your ass.
Me: *blinkblink* Huh?
Mark: I can't believe you did this to me.
Me: You do realize I have no idea what we are talking about.
Mark: You fucked my girlfriend.
Me: ...
Me: Mark, you don't have a girlfriend.
Mark: You know what I mean.
Me: I have no clue what the fuck you're talking about - and it ain't the beer.
Mark: Nancy.
Me: Who?
Mark: You know who...
Me: If this conversation is gonna go this way, I'm gonna need more beer.

He then gets in my face - implying that I should do improper things with my mother, to which I reply that I was way too winded from taking the same liberties with his mother and his sister that morning.

That's when (after realizing I was dealing with a long-felt hurt) we all sat him down and made him us all what the and who the hell he was talking about. Halfway through his story of his relationship with Nancy, I realize who he is talking about. I assure him that I didn't know about him and Nancy, that my 'night' with her was pure platonic and that I meant him no harm.

I also recommended therapy. He thought I was kidding.

I wish he would have listened...but that's another story.
reprobayt: (High School Girls)
I was Urkel.

Seriously...just ask [livejournal.com profile] felishathekitty. I was almost two years younger than everyone in my class. No car. Short. Geeky...stuck hopelessly in the 'friend zone'. You get the idea.

Anyway, the girl I asked to the prom (and whom I had a low-level crush on) turned me down flat. My defense mechanisms to this day blot out the possible snicker in her voice...I figured I would just miss the Senior Prom like I missed 99% of the high school dances. (Did I mention how much I hated high school?)

I was talking about the prom with a friend of mine. He reminded me that a mutual friend of ours who happened to be a freshman in college always lamented the fact that due to 'drama' with her now ex-boyfriend, she had missed her prom. Maybe, he said, you should ask her.

I did. She said she'd love to.
Went to prom. Had a good time. Went as friends. Left as friends. End of story...not.

-----------------

Fast forward - more than five years later.

Sitting around having a few beers with a couple of friends, when Mark comes into the apartment. I knew Mark from 6 years old. We lost track of each other from the beginning of high school until after college. Since I moved back after college, I'd run into old friends and started hanging out again. Turned out to be a mistake....but that's another session on the couch.

Anyway, Mark walks in - and the conversation goes something like this:

Mark: I ought to kick your ass.
Me: *blinkblink* Huh?
Mark: I can't believe you did this to me.
Me: You do realize I have no idea what we are talking about.
Mark: You fucked my girlfriend.
Me: ...
Me: Mark, you don't have a girlfriend.
Mark: You know what I mean.
Me: I have no clue what the fuck you're talking about - and it ain't the beer.
Mark: Nancy.
Me: Who?
Mark: You know who...
Me: If this conversation is gonna go this way, I'm gonna need more beer.

He then gets in my face - implying that I should do improper things with my mother, to which I reply that I was way too winded from taking the same liberties with his mother and his sister that morning.

That's when (after realizing I was dealing with a long-felt hurt) we all sat him down and made him us all what the and who the hell he was talking about. Halfway through his story of his relationship with Nancy, I realize who he is talking about. I assure him that I didn't know about him and Nancy, that my 'night' with her was pure platonic and that I meant him no harm.

I also recommended therapy. He thought I was kidding.

I wish he would have listened...but that's another story.
reprobayt: (Porn?)
Sharing is always a good thing.

Was percolating more and more about next year...

Tell me your best/worst/scariest prom stories.

Mine involves me, a freshman in college, five years, an unknown boyfriend and a good friend -- who turned out to be the same guy.

What say you?
reprobayt: (Porn?)
Sharing is always a good thing.

Was percolating more and more about next year...

Tell me your best/worst/scariest prom stories.

Mine involves me, a freshman in college, five years, an unknown boyfriend and a good friend -- who turned out to be the same guy.

What say you?
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Next year, [livejournal.com profile] vernard and I should host a prom with our friends.

Thoughts? Interest?
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Next year, [livejournal.com profile] vernard and I should host a prom with our friends.

Thoughts? Interest?

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