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I can officially say that prom is the most anticlimactic experience ever. People were making out on the dance floor and there was major boob-and-crotch grabbage going on. If you're in absolute love with your guy and you want to do that, fine, but I didn't feel comfortable doing that with someone who I'm not remotely attracted to. I think he was somewhat disappointed because I get the feeling that he likes me, but I'm sorry, I'm not grinding with someone I consider a friend. Hell, even if we were dating, I'm not exactly the type to start sucking face in the middle of the dancefloor.
So, we lingered around for most of the time. I wish I could have just hung out with some of my girlfriends, but he would not give me any space whatsoever. The post-prom party was considerably better, but again, I felt so closed off from all my friends because I was stuck with him all night. I won every game of blackjack that we played, so I ended up with six bottles of shampoo, six free tanning sessions (I go like, one or twice a month, and never in the summer, so I probably will use about two of them), two bottles of hairspray, pedometers, and a few other assorted things (I know, strange prizes!).
I'm glad I went to prom, if only to see what I wasn't really missing out on for the last two years. Maybe the experience will seem better in retrospect, but last night definitely wasn't one of my favorite nights. I look the same in last night's photos as I do in the photos from trying on my dress a week ago, but I thought I'd post at least one photo, so here: