Blonde hair, blue eyes, and a naturalness to her — she was amazing. The high school prom dance was right around the corner. And sixteen year old me thought this girl was into me.
So, I decided to make my move.
With a big bouquet of flowers and a bright smile to match, I went for it. I’ll never forget the scene. Fifty of my peers watching me — waiting for my date-to-be to show up — so I could make the move.
Oh, she showed up, alright.
Just picture this: a young buck with a bright bunch of flowers approaches the real cutie of the school. Everyone’s watching.
It’s the big moment! The ninth inning! Everyone’s there! So what happens?
My date-to-be — the second she realized I was asking her to the dance? She ran! In fact, being an athlete, she sprinted.
She full-on sprinted — directly into her classroom.
I’ll never forget the slam of that high school door — and the loooooong silence that followe
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