The comment made by sistercdr on my last entry made me realize that I have in fact asked a guy out on a date before. Silly me! I didn't even remember that I had asked John to my senior prom. Maybe because it was so long ago. Yeah! That's it!
I moved to Los Fresnos, Texas from Pennsylvania in April of my junior year in high school. Our prom in PA had not occurred yet. As such, I missed going to my junior prom. I was pretty bummed because the guy who asked me was a crush of mine since 8th grade. Oh well, life goes on and there was still my senior prom to look forward to.
John was one of the first guys I got to know in Los Fresnos. I actually met him on a triple date set up by two of my girlfriends. He was suppose to be my date and this other guy was suppose to be hooked up with my girlfriend Angie. Well, things didn't quite work out as planned. John and Angie hooked up, and me and the other guy hooked up. But, it was the beginning of a great friendship for John and I. We found out that his house was right behind mine. He would jump my back fence and come over for help on his Civics homework and I would go over to his house to go swimming.
One time when I was over there swimming, I met a gorgeous red-headed guy named F. (His name is very unique, so I'd rather not use it here.) He was John's cousin. We really hit it off but I really didn't think much of it until he started showing up at my locker every day with a rose. We dated for a couple of months and then something happened at the homecoming bonfire and we broke up. I missed out on going to homecoming because of him, even though he was sweet enough to give me a homecoming mum anyhow. Having a homecoming mum was a big deal in that town. Well, F and I got back together a couple of months later, only to break up again about a month before prom. And, this time I was so pissed I wouldn't even look at him in the hall when we passed each other. I was being a total biatch, but I think he deserved it. He was a real gigolo. He wanted me on a leash, but didn't want me at the same time. As soon as I looked like I was getting away, he would want me back and well I'm a sucker for red-heads. But this time, I didn't see any reconciliations on the horizon and I sure as heck didn't want to miss prom. It was my last chance.
Angie and John had broke up a couple of weeks before F and I. As such, I had the brilliant idea to ask John to go to the prom with me. After all we were friends, I was sure to have a good time. Even still, I was nervous as can be to ask him. I drug a friend along for moral support. His answer: I'll have to think about it and let you know. UG! That was rough and I didn't even get my answer until about a week later. I think since F was his cousin he wanted to clear it with him first. Plus, during that week he went and bought a car so he would have something to drive us to prom in. I guess the thought of going to the prom with each other opened our eyes to seeing each other in a different light and we began dating.
He was the sweetest guy. I'll always remember our first kiss. It was prom night on South Padre Island. My eyes were closed but yet I still saw stars. If only I hadn't been so fickle. I was torn between him and F. and on graduation night ended up with F, which put an end to the romance with John. But, we remained friends for a while until I left for the Army. What a tangled web, the life of a teenager. But you know, at that age, I don't think you should be all that serious about anyone anyhow.
So, I did in fact ask a guy out before. But, I guess it doesn't really count since he was already a friend.