Prom Date - Last Ditch
The following reflection was written in 2003, when I was between 25 and 26 years old.
Every girl I could think of was going with someone, every girl except for my most recent ex-girlfriend. It was because of this, because I was so determined not to arrive at the prom by myself, that I finally broke down and asked my ex-girlfriend Megan to the Prom. I probably shouldn’t have. I don’t think I wanted to go with her all that much anyway. But what choice did I have?
Megan said no after a day or so of deliberation. What was so humiliating about this particular turndown was that she wasn’t going with anyone else either. She’d decided she didn’t want to go at all.
So, while I’m sure I thought of a few more options over the next couple of weeks, the refusal of Megan was probably the end of the line. If I was going to the Prom, I was going to have to go it alone.