From August to October of 1986, I worked on getting him to notice me. I moved to the end of the alto section because it happened to be right next to the bass section where he sat. I made friends with all of his friends. I smiled every time he walked passed me. I thought it was working and he was interested. By the time the Homecoming football game rolled around, I was pretty sure he was going to ask me to go to the dance with him. But...
So...when another guy asked me, I said yes and went with him instead.
You might think that's where the story ends...but it doesn't.
I went to Homecoming with the super nice guy in that picture, but I didn't really want to be there with him. His name was Jim. We were friends. He was great...polite, smart, interesting. But he wasn't the boy I really wanted to be at that dance with. I was preoccupied most of the night. UNTIL...that sneaky red headed boy just happened to show up at the very same dance...alone!
Poor Jim. I am ashamed to admit how blatantly obvious I was about dancing with the red headed boy and flitting around to be close to wherever he was. I knew he had come to that dance to see me and I wasn't going to do the right thing and stick with my date. Oh, the selfishness of a 16-year-old girl! I spent most of the evening with the red headed boy and although I'm sure Jim felt differently, I thought it was the BEST dance I had ever been to.
That red headed boy asked me to every dance after that...until I graduated the following May.
|Prom (ok, I had to ask him to this one because he wasn't a SENIOR!)|
It's been 26 years since that Homecoming Dance on October 18, 1986. I'm so glad I was able to convince that 16 year old boy to look in my direction. And I'm so glad we've added so many memories to that very first one.