He turned out to be a real asshole, expected me to pay for everything that night.

Paisley said:

I went to three different proms. In my high school you had to be a junior or a senior, but a junior guy asked me to go when I was a sophmore.

Sophmore year-Was hell went with this hillbilly drunk (hey I was 16 and was stupid) My friends warned me but I did not listen Anyway it was the most boring and horrible night ever. There is 24 hours of my life that I wish I could get back but never will.

Junior Year-Was dating this guy forever, we ended up dating for about three years. I broke up with him when I left for college. Anyway, here is another 24 hours of my life I wish I could get back but never will. Fuck it is three years of my stupidy that I really wish I could get back. However prom night, happy parents, the perfect couple is going to the prom together. Blah blah blah. HA little did they know what they thought was so perfect was not really perfect at all. All perfect things have a dark side. Anyway not going to get into that now. So it ended up being a ok night I ditched him for my girls for most of the night. I pretened I was happy and frankly I was not. I should of been a theater major in college instead of an art major cause I am a pretty damn good actress.

Senior Year- Same guy as junior year. You would think I would of learned by now but I didn't. So basically it was the same shit as before but a different year. The only thing on my mind at that time was graduating and finding a way to get the fuck out of the fucked up situation I was in. Thank god that night ended when it did cause I was about to loose it. A month later I graduated in a class of less then 100 people and three months later I left for college. I found my way out and I gave him the big old fuck off. Which he oh so much deserved more then that, but I was nice

So I am gonna end this cause my response it gonna end up being as long as NuPwrSoul's opening post. But as I sit here and listen to Diana Ross and the suprems sing "reflections" I have to thank NuPwrSoul for making me go back and think about things. Cause reflection is good. It allows you to look back on things and put your life in perspective so to speak. For me it allowed me to not let myself get into anymore bad situations and stay in them out of fear.

Ok I am gonna up now cause this response is getting to long and it will go off in some tangent that has nothing to do with the topic.

Yeah my proms sucked but I am glad I lived them in the end good or bad, glad I experienced that part of life


-THE END

NotoriousJ said:

Can I take you to the prom?

So I went home for the weekend, and started going through some old picture albums for a site I'm building, and I came across my old prom picture and started laughing.

I remember seeing the talk show circuit do these shows about people who dumped right before the prom or who were stood up and I thought, hmm that would never be me. But then I didn't know I'd have the date from hell. Crazy girl.

She and I had known each other for a while and it wasn't until the latter half of senior year when we started talking. Spending lots of time. And then spring break rolled around and folks were startin to lay claims on dates for prom and we were still not officially dating, but we said, "Hey let's go."

So it was set. It was cool. She was pretty. She reminded me of Tischa Campbell (circa Spike Lee's School Daze). All my male friends liked her, but my female friends were like "OH NO she is not for you." I told them they were hating (well we didnt have that term then but whatever, I ignored them).

As time got closer, I'm gettin the tux, she gettin the dress and shoes, I'm gettin the limo, she pickin the restaurant for dinner, we plannin the after party, the brunch, etc.

But something went amiss. We started arguing about stupid things. But they weren't stupid. They were signs that we were just not on the same page on some critical things. I thought "Hmm, my female friends was right I think. This is kinda off."

In any case, we had this one big fight and didn't speak for a few. And a few is a lot, when you used to constant phone calls and visits.

Finally with things at a stalemate, I said, you know what I better make my move before she does... So 4th period lunch time I go over to where she's sitting (we had stopped sitting together) and said let's talk. I said, look I dunno what's goin on but what's up with us not speaking. This don't seem like it's gonna work.

Pause.

Hmm.

Pause.

Ummm.

Silence.

Deep breath. Herrre weee go...

"I don't think we should go to the prom together," I said. (Prom was one week away. What the hell was I gonna do. But I didnt want no drama.)

She just looked at me and said "WHAT?" I said "By the way things are going, I dont think we'd be good company for each other." She said ok. So I say ok and I go back to my lunch table.

She calls my boy over and starts going off AT HIM (!?!?) He comes back and says, "She wants you to pay for her dress and shoes." I said, "Sure if she gives them to me, cuz if she gonna wear them, she gonna pay for them."

The drama had only begun.

I went back to class. Half-way into class, I get called down to the guidance office. I walk into the office and all these old ladies are looking at me with disgust.

"Why you do that girl that way?"

"Can't y'all reconcile your differences?"

"You know you wrong."

Ok by this point, I'm like why are all these ppl all in my business??

So my counselor calls me into her office and is like "Such and such had a nervous break down in class. She cursed out her teacher and got thrown out. When we talked to her, she said she did it cause you dumped her and she was very upset."

OHHH KAY.

So they are imploring me to reconsider my decision and I'm feeling kinda bad now. This shit is blowing up all over the school, cuz all the guidance / office aides (you know students who take that as a "class" so they can get in ppl's business and gossip all over school) are now spreading the word that "He dumped ___."

I was like "Umm I don't know."

"Give it some thought." "Okay," I say. It's Friday. Prom is next Thursday.

After school, her boys are coming up to me saying I did her wrong and that they would jump me right then if I didnt change my mind...



Damn this has gotten too long. How did I even get on this kick. Oh yeah the picture. LOL. Well it brought back the memories. I should delete this but I feel like damn I already typed it so I'm a leave it.

Partial entertainment. If this thread dies then so be it. If it's alive tomorrow, I'll finish the story.

And my apologies for the length, I think I'm tryna get into practice for my weblog.


What are your prom night stories

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[This message was edited Thu Nov 20 1:15:12 PST 2003 by NuPwrSoul]

mrbungle said:

What kind of prom will it be

My prom was unfortunately very ghetto.

My "boyfriend" of 2 years came up with a lame excuse that he couldn't take me about 3 weeks before the day, so I begged my best friend to hook me up with one of the cute guys at her school. (I went to a lame Catholic all girl school) Instead, she told her baby's father (now husband) who told his older brother-age 22- supposedly a senior (but really 3rdh year freshman) in college who had been eyeing me since I was about 12. He had 2 kids already and 2 girls pregnant at the time, but graciously volunteered to take me, "no strings attached". Yeah right:roll:

Anyway, he had no car so I had to beg my mom's friend to get me a rental. The friend paid somebody who worked at a rental agency $75 to take the car without a credit card because unbeknownst to us she had just filed bankruptcy. Having driven only 2 times in my life before, I immediately drove the car into the side of the house. (not knowing it was technically stolen property, of course)

Upon going to pick up my date (so he could drive) my father did a surprise roll-up...he didn't know my date was 22 (I was 17) and I hadn't had time to forewarn the date. I don't remember what he said, but it was real ignorant and I was so scared my dad was gonna follow us to the prom!

On the way to pick up my handmade corsage, I have to duck down in the car because we had to drive down the street where one of his pregnant babies' momma lived.

At the prom, he insulted my friends date repeatedly over what fraternity to pledge in college and they ended up going to sit at another table. I also couldn't get rid of him long enough to take a picture by myself. The music was terrible (non-cultural to say the least) and the afterprom was just totally gay.

The next day, his other pregnant babies momma found out he had taken me to the prom so he had to disappear. I had gone in on a room with some friends so we could all get drunk (I had never been drunk before, only sipped on wine coolers, etc.) and I didn't want to go alone. So, I called my best friend (his brother's babies momma, if you recall) to see if she would go with me. She got into an argument with her daughter's father about the situation because he hated me and I butted in. (the argument was about going to get milk for the baby, btw) When I went to pick her up, he was all pissed off and after about 10 minutes, literally picked me up and threw me on the ground out of his house.

After about 1/2 hour of complete hysteria, I went to the hotel...alone...and discovered all the liquor was already consumed and people were drunk, passed out and puking all over the place.

Surprisingly, I've left out quite a few details so it sucked in even more ways than the ghetto nonsense I just described. Like the hairdresser I went to told me upon arrival she didn't know how to do a french roll and created some awful beehive wrap thing. And the fact that my "boyfriend" went to someone else's prom 2 weeks later, and another prom after that.
[This message was edited Thu Nov 20 23:41:06 PST 2003 by beautifulone7]

sounds like these pillars of society shoud make some more babies!

chemmie said:

Oh lawd please dont bring your social darwinist theories up in my thread. This aint about that.

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and seriously... do you really think those mentioned should be having more children?