Ah... prom! Let's see:
I flew across Texas to one my junior year. This girl I grew up with asked me and, thinking that we'd still be best friends, I accepted. Her parents paid for everything (except my tux). We had dinner at the country club with her best friend and the best friend's really, really hot boyfriend.
The theme was Egyptian Nights or something like that, and the dance floor was in this huge pyramid. I wish I had pictures of the dance, but I don't. I have the actual prom picture, but it's awful. The background sucks. I came out to her afterwards, and I knew she was very Christian (her dad's a pastor). I thought she'd want to know, considering, but she wouldn't hear it. I haven't talked to her since. It was an overall awkward night.
I went to three my senior year in consecutive weekends. The first was at this rinky dink Oklahoma high school and three (THREE!) of my past hook ups were there. Very awkward. At dinner, my date accidentally let it slip that I was gay and another guy asked, "What you gay for?" Yeah... SCARY!
My high school's prom was really bad. I almost got into a fight in the parking lot. I couldn't dance with my boyfriend.
The other one was really fun, but in a naughty kinda, X rated way.
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