I can still picture my powder pink prom dress and puffy hair (the pictures are long gone...but the traumatic mental images remain) and my date who had, shall we say, lots of unfulfilled after-prom activities planned for us. Even in high school, I had no desire to go to that dance, but felt that there was something wrong with me if I stayed home.....so I suffered through that night, only to discover that the BYU kids were just as infatuated with formal dances.
Now here is a prom that could get me excited.
Unfortunately, the guy I like didn't ask me this year. Maybe if I write something really cool in his yearbook, get a good spray tan and show up to all of his JV baseball games he'll ask me next year.
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