When I was a sophomore in high school, a junior invited me to be his date at the junior/senior prom (no big whup). To my shock and horror, there was another girl wearing the exact same prom dress as me, and to be honest, she looked better than me. To add insult to injury, her date was this senior I had a huge crush on. But don’t worry, this story has a romantic happy ending - two years later, when my crush dropped out of college and moved back in with his parents, he let me give him a handey in the front seat of his mom’s Volvo station wagon. Ever heard of a thing called “romance”?
