So, at work the other night, getting into the evening I saw more and more teen pretties walking in, dressed fancifully....
Ah, high school prom. Got it. Why, I wonder, were there so many lone females/groups of females. Where were the males?
I'd always insisted that I wouldn't go to my prom. It really wasn't anything special-and most "special" things are only truly as special as you want them to be. My plans changed, though, just weeks before senior prom....
Jessica and I were chatting idly in Economics, as we did every other day, when she asked if I'd decided to be social and take anyone to prom. No-I don't drive, I don't dance, I've been working 40+ hours, and haven't been seeing anyone in months. I wasn't going because there was no point and noone who wanted to go. Suddenly she got huffy-"Well, if you don't think anyone wants to talk to you about it." Turns out she didn't have a date for prom-a fact that, initially, surprised me since she was seeing someone.
I hadn't spoken to her in a few days, so I was unaware of the drama that unfolded:her grandparents found out about her 30something boyfriend(!) and hit the roof. She was barred from seeing him, and any contact would result in police being called and rape charges being pressed. Senior prom, it seemed, was ruined, with her secret boyfriend unable to attend what was-to her-more important than graduation with honors. She really wanted to go-and the boyfriend, James, really wanted her to go as well.
The proposition was made:James would pay me to be her "date" (and he MAY show up at Prom seperately), as well as pay the costs of the evening. I think that before expenses, I had $300 or $400 shoved into my hands?
It didn't go too badly, despite my reluctance and Jessica's nagging worry that I was miserable. Good Chinese dinner, standing in an ungodly long line for photos (thank, Jess, for giving my family some, since I didn't want me or them to have a memento of a fraud) and chatting with Jay (an older friend, a surprise to see with his high school girlie). Tried my hand at doing some dance work, didn't go too well. It was so tempting to go to the beachfront afterparty-no clothes allowed!-but to maintain appearances, I had to leave with her and her party. I don't honestly remember if James showed up or not.
The ride home was the uncomfortable part. I don't remember exactly how the conversation went, but it eventually came to the fact that the only reason I would ever have gone to prom on my own would be for sex, but I'd make a sacrifice for a friend. "Not neccessarily...." HURM!? Her hand reached over and it became VERY uncomfortable. Jess and I had had....involvements....before, but I got along with James and she was a friend. Morals. Then it was revealed that she and James had actually discussed the fact that I would essentially get nothing from doing this for her/them....and as it would only be "fair" and we were "familiar" anyway, they agreed that sex would/should be allowed. Oh, dear Bob did I want it-it'd been months, and little did I know that MOST of the year 2000 would be a draught. It simply didn't feel "right", though. I firmly believe that sexuality as barter is a perfectly acceptable tradition, but considering our relationships...I simply couldn't. Strangely, she seemed genuinely upset.
"Can I at least blow you?" ARRRRRGH NO! I mean yes, but...but no! No, please just get me home-take that road, it's faster.
James died in an auto accident 3 months later, and Jessica has since become....well, we don't speak anymore.
Prom. What a waste. At least I made more money than I would have if I'd gone to work that night.
Speaking of sexuality:It's May again. This means that it's now been 2 goddamned years since I had good sex. Not 2 years without sex, there's been plenty of that-though it was primarily with one person. It's been 2 years since it was any good. The best of the 2 years was still mediocre compared to the average of life before. When I finally escape here-oh, sour days of apathy are over for I have new lease on life-I shall have my Mojo Resuscitator.
2 years. Oh, Jaime the Girl Next Door.
I maintain, though...all my mistakes led me to Molly. Any historical deviation would have destroyed our ever meeting. It's my turn to be happy, it's my turn to finally get something I want.
Ah, high school prom. Got it. Why, I wonder, were there so many lone females/groups of females. Where were the males?
I'd always insisted that I wouldn't go to my prom. It really wasn't anything special-and most "special" things are only truly as special as you want them to be. My plans changed, though, just weeks before senior prom....
Jessica and I were chatting idly in Economics, as we did every other day, when she asked if I'd decided to be social and take anyone to prom. No-I don't drive, I don't dance, I've been working 40+ hours, and haven't been seeing anyone in months. I wasn't going because there was no point and noone who wanted to go. Suddenly she got huffy-"Well, if you don't think anyone wants to talk to you about it." Turns out she didn't have a date for prom-a fact that, initially, surprised me since she was seeing someone.
I hadn't spoken to her in a few days, so I was unaware of the drama that unfolded:her grandparents found out about her 30something boyfriend(!) and hit the roof. She was barred from seeing him, and any contact would result in police being called and rape charges being pressed. Senior prom, it seemed, was ruined, with her secret boyfriend unable to attend what was-to her-more important than graduation with honors. She really wanted to go-and the boyfriend, James, really wanted her to go as well.
The proposition was made:James would pay me to be her "date" (and he MAY show up at Prom seperately), as well as pay the costs of the evening. I think that before expenses, I had $300 or $400 shoved into my hands?
It didn't go too badly, despite my reluctance and Jessica's nagging worry that I was miserable. Good Chinese dinner, standing in an ungodly long line for photos (thank, Jess, for giving my family some, since I didn't want me or them to have a memento of a fraud) and chatting with Jay (an older friend, a surprise to see with his high school girlie). Tried my hand at doing some dance work, didn't go too well. It was so tempting to go to the beachfront afterparty-no clothes allowed!-but to maintain appearances, I had to leave with her and her party. I don't honestly remember if James showed up or not.
The ride home was the uncomfortable part. I don't remember exactly how the conversation went, but it eventually came to the fact that the only reason I would ever have gone to prom on my own would be for sex, but I'd make a sacrifice for a friend. "Not neccessarily...." HURM!? Her hand reached over and it became VERY uncomfortable. Jess and I had had....involvements....before, but I got along with James and she was a friend. Morals. Then it was revealed that she and James had actually discussed the fact that I would essentially get nothing from doing this for her/them....and as it would only be "fair" and we were "familiar" anyway, they agreed that sex would/should be allowed. Oh, dear Bob did I want it-it'd been months, and little did I know that MOST of the year 2000 would be a draught. It simply didn't feel "right", though. I firmly believe that sexuality as barter is a perfectly acceptable tradition, but considering our relationships...I simply couldn't. Strangely, she seemed genuinely upset.
"Can I at least blow you?" ARRRRRGH NO! I mean yes, but...but no! No, please just get me home-take that road, it's faster.
James died in an auto accident 3 months later, and Jessica has since become....well, we don't speak anymore.
Prom. What a waste. At least I made more money than I would have if I'd gone to work that night.
Speaking of sexuality:It's May again. This means that it's now been 2 goddamned years since I had good sex. Not 2 years without sex, there's been plenty of that-though it was primarily with one person. It's been 2 years since it was any good. The best of the 2 years was still mediocre compared to the average of life before. When I finally escape here-oh, sour days of apathy are over for I have new lease on life-I shall have my Mojo Resuscitator.
2 years. Oh, Jaime the Girl Next Door.
I maintain, though...all my mistakes led me to Molly. Any historical deviation would have destroyed our ever meeting. It's my turn to be happy, it's my turn to finally get something I want.
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*salute*
still and all, I probably would have gone for the sweaty prom sex. that's just me, though, I think.... if a girl asked if she could blow me, assuming we're not in the middle of dinner with my grandparents, I can't conceive of a universe in which the answer is 'no.' I think my brain has yet to develop those moral restrictions. I need more sex and drama to stimulate their growth.