(This was actually the first blog I wrote, but I didn't post it at the time for a myriad of reasons. Strangely enough, if I just posted it, it would appear as the first post of my site...I do not approve, because I want people to be able to read it or at least see that something is different. Anyway, I decided I will start writing about her, because I want to)
A Chance to Sail
Senior Prom! She had been told it was the second biggest night in a girl's life, only to be bested by her marriage night. She had been worried that no one wanted to go with her. Maybe she would be one of those gals who just goes because she didn't have anyone to go with, but all her friends wanted to go. She'd take pictures. Tell them she had a great time. Laugh and giggle. Make sure they were all happy. But she had a date. He was nice, very cute, intelligent, talented, and seemed like he might actually like her. She was so excited. Not so much for Prom, but because of having a date with this wonderful guy.
The day came and they went on their date. It was with a group of friends, mostly her friends, at a nearby lake. A couple of the guys in the group owned some canoes and ocean kayaks, so they were able to go out and paddle around the lake. It was a blast. Just rowing and talking. No worries or hassles, just some quiet time to burn at a lake. It was peaceful. They told jokes and laughed. A wonderful day to spend with a wonderful guy.
They got home, changed, went to dinner, and then went to Prom. It was loud. And there was bad music. She got one slow dance with him the whole night. It wasn't that he didn't ask her, there was only a couple slow songs at all. She wanted a chance to impress him. A chance to be close to him. Not some silly party with football players stripping down throughout the night. A disappointing dance with a wonderful guy.
It came time to say goodbye. Now she had kissed a few people before, but she wasn't sure what experience he had had, but she really did want to kiss him. Just a kiss. It was Prom after all. She knew what other kids would be doing. She also knew that he might not want a kiss. She was okay with that. She had a great time and enjoyed his company immensely. She didn't need a kiss to make the day any better, but that didn't mean she didn't want it. The final moment on the doorstep came, she knew she needed to make her move now if it was going to happen. She froze. She thought, "we're friends. I don't want to trade that for a kiss that might offend him...c'est la vie." And they parted. She still wishes she'd have taken that kiss from some guy.
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