The ongoing "discussion" in our house for the past week or so has been over Homecoming. Specifically the upcoming Homecoming dance. Scott is a junior and so, I believe, duty bound to make some sweet girl's high school experience complete by asking her to the dance. He has gone back and forth between: yes, I'm going, it's too expensive, no one else is going, okay, we're all going, now no one's going, and, I swear, mom, if you say one more word I'm not going. The fact is, all these tough guys want to go, but no one wants to be the first to ask, or end up being the only one. This is the first boys' choice dance for most, if not all, of them. Over the weekend most of them finally got up the resolve, and everything seemed to solidify at school yesterday, because at about 8:30 last night about 8 excited and slightly nervous football players showed up at my house with an assortment of balloons, cereal boxes, posters and the like. They finished up all their various projects, Scott and a friend had to flip a coin because they were going to ask the same girl, (Scott won, but conceded because he didn't really care), they got a little advice and moral support (and pizza), and then were off to make a bunch of girls happy. All at the same time.
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ReplyDeleteAtta boy Scott.
ReplyDeleteIf I had High School to do over again, I would ask a lot more girls out. It seems so scary at the time, but later in life you find out the girls were just hoping they'd get asked out by someone...even me.