Okay, here's a quick recap of the story of my prom. At the time, I was going out with a woman named Mary. She and I had started dating only a few months before prom. When I asked if she would go with me, she said that she had already agreed to go dutch with a male friend, Bob. Since she didn't want Bob to know that she and I were going out, she was still going to go with him.
Since I still wanted to go to prom, I asked another female friend, Kari. She had been unable to go the year before, and we'd made a pact that if neither of us had a date our senior year, we would go together. She thought it sounded like fun, so she agreed to go.
Things appeared to be going good until the week before prom. While Mary and I had been dating, things were not very serious until that week. We started spending more and more time together, and it was really starting to be a sore spot, that she and I couldn't go together.
On Thursday, 2 days before prom, things fell apart. Kari's grandma died. The funeral was in Mankato on Saturday, the day of the prom. There was no way that she could go, so she had to cancel out on me.
Because of this unfortunate circumstance, and the late timing of it, there was only one girl that I knew in school, who still wanted to go, but didn't have a date. Lori. Lori and I had been friends since junior high, but we were never really that close. She was happy to go with me. Thus, the plans were set in motion for PROM NIGHT!
The morning of Prom, I spent at Mary's apartment. We cuddled on the floor, watching movies, and generally getting our fill of each other before the dance. While I was there, I begged her to put her dress on for me. But she wouldn't. She said that I would have to wait till Prom, almost like it was a wedding dress. I went home, excited that it would soon be time for prom, but sad, that I could not dance with my beloved.
Once I got home, it was a matter of minutes before I was ready. Being a guy, Prom is not that hard of a thing to get ready for. An extra swab of deodorant, maybe some more cologne, and a little hairspray, and I was ready. I had planned out the timing exactly, and I arrived at Lori's house right on time.
Lori's younger sister answered the door, and she looked excited. I vaguely knew her, because she was dating a friend of mine. She asked me to come in, and told me that "Grandma just arrived with the dress... she made it herself!" I wisely kept my mouth shut, but I started to get nervous. I knew that I had to think the world of the dress out loud, but how would it look?
As you can see, the dress was... interesting. I thought of it as "Where's Tarzan" I was expecting to spend time with picture taking, but Lori's camera fell apart as we were talking, and that cleared up that situation.
TO BE CONTINUED...