Okay – my big date mistake. I was in high school (in Provo Utah) and my two best friends went to B. Y. High. Our Jr. Prom was on the same weekend so we decided to all go together. Come the big night I showed up at my date’s house with my tux and flower and my date answered the door in a sweat shirt and jeans. As soon as she saw me she ran off screaming. Next thing I know her dad is at the door mad as a wet cat. In the middle of all the ruckus the father informed me that the dance was the previous night. They were on the same weekend but not the same night.
No one cared or even asked me how I felt about not being able to go to the dance. And that girl never even talked to me again – not even at any of the reunions.
The Traveler
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