It occurred to me today that I've never ever been asked to prom. I've gone, my two standard times (no extras!). The first go around, I did the asking. We did not know what "voice to text" was in 1994. My prom-posal to the boy who liked me and I liked, too (although I'd never admit it fully to him and still will not, even though we've been married nearly 20 years) went like this:
"Will you like go to my prom with me?"
I wasn't even nervous because the week prior he asked me to be his girlfriend and I said, "No," but he was still stalking me, so I knew I had him on the hook.
Of course, he said, "yes" and so it was. He was just a sophomore, so I am sure I had to fill out some sort of form to allow the playing up of an underclassman to the Junior-Senior prom varsity level.
I do remember there was drama around us attending together. I mean high school students LOVE drama. The day of the prom, I was late to school because my friend got a flat tire. There were threats of my prom attendance being restricted! Obviously, this pleased me (I loved drama, too!) and was a little disappointed that it was just a rumor and I was not going to have to march into the Principal's office with a protest sign and a list of demands while chanting "Just let me PROM."
This is still disappointing to me.
Anyway, we made out the entire prom and I am certain my parents would not have been pleased since they paid for my ticket and because I am pretty sure they told me "don't make out with boys in public" and "don't make out with boys" and "be a lady." But, whatever, the food wasn't very good and the music was so loud, so it was not like we could talk or anything. I wanted to get their money's worth!
By my senior prom, I was "going steady" (I mean is this a saying? Was this an actual saying in 1995?) with the boy I made out with at the junior prom, who is now my husband. I am certain I asked nothing and just told him that I'd be at his house for pictures and pizza bites, which were the traditional 1990s pre-prom appetizer. This was practice for marriage in which I rarely ask him things and I just tell him things and he sometimes will say "it would be nice to be asked" or "I'd like some input, here."
The next time he says these things, I am going to mention that he's never asked me to prom, so yeah, IT WOULD BE NICE TO BE ASKED.
When I think about it, I am not sure I ever want to be asked to do anything.
I think I prefer to do the asking and ordering because I have trouble saying no to things. If someone asked me to prom before I asked my now-husband, I would have said yes and ended up shouting to make awkward conversation at the prom and eating the not good food, setting myself up for a lifetime of low food standards. I would have missed the make-out session with Mike, risking a completely different reality in which I was living alone with my mother (instead of my current reality living with my mother, 3 children, a husband and a variety of pets/mice).
I mean either way, I was going to live with my mother, I guess.