When I was a junior in high school, I really wanted to go to the junior prom.
I didn't actually have a boyfriend at the time, so I thought I might be out of luck. But I knew one guy from Geometry who just might fit my requirements.
John was smart and very good looking. I don't think he dated much, but he was very good at Math. I decided he would be my prom date. It was just going to take a bit of planning since I doubt that he even knew my name.
I decided to use my feminine wiles to snare John. Oh, and did I mention that he only had one leg? John had saved his sister while boating and lost a leg doing it. His parents had given him a nice car, and he was really cute, plus the math aptitude, well what can I say? He was perfect.
I asked John if he would come to my house after school to help me with the homework because I was hopelessly lost. He agreed and came over to work with me. John was very serious in trying to get some math into my pea brain, but that is the last thing that was really on my mind. I clasped my head in dismay and said something cute like "Oh John, I'll never be as smart as you! I just don't get it."
Kindly, John said "I'll come back tomorrow and we'll work on it some more" and then he left. This was not really going according to my plan, since I had assumed I might even be pregnant by this time in the scenario. Still, I realized it would take something to make him think of me as just a girl, and not a math project.
I had a brainstorm. I grabbed my babysitting money, all of it, and headed for the shopping center. I went into the florist and ordered a dozen red roses to be delivered to my house the next day at exactly 3:30 PM. The card was addressed to me, of course, but not signed.
The next day when John and I were at the kitchen table studying, the doorbell rang. I went and opened the door said something like "Oh wow! For me?" When I walked in the room with the bouquet of roses, John said "nice". I made a big deal out of opening the card and said "Oh no!" "What's wrong?" John asked. Looking upset, I said they were from my ex boyfriend but it was over and I just didn't know what to do.
"About what?" John asked. "Well, we were supposed to go to the prom, I even got a dress, but now we've broken up, so I guess I just won't get to go." I think I may have even squeezed out a tear. John put his arm around my shoulder.
Yup. That's how I got to go to the junior prom with the one legged guy. And, yes, he could dance.
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