Well, maybe.
The tall, lovestruck lad appeared at our door last night fresh from his vacation, bearing flowers, and invited the short focus of his attentions and affections to the upcoming dance.
She stammered, blushed, and said yes.
Then, as the evening wore on and the Wii batteries wore down, they chatted and she came up with a number of reasons why it might not be a good idea for them to go to the dance together after all - they have no friends in common (she fears being surrounded and likely ignored or looked-at-askance by other seniors and their dates); worse than that is the prospect of going out to dinner (she fears spillage on her dress and/or choking to death in front of others); and worst of all, he likes the...how shall I put it..."popular" dance method employed by the would-be gangsta-hip-hopsta but in truth dorky white upper-middle-class teenagers of the world (way too much bumping and grinding going on there), while she is a far more reserved, ballroom-trained observer of proper dance space and admirer of synchronous movement.
He vowed to introduce her to his immediate circle of friends over the next few weeks so she's more comfortable, reluctantly agreed to forego dinner if it would appease her, and has sworn that there will be none of the coitally-inspired maneuvering that is common - and accepted without question - at these quasi-Catholic high school dances. (Never appropriate, especially in formalwear).
She's still frowning and moping about the whole business today.
We shall see what transpires.
Signs and portents are not encouraging at the moment.
Things that make you wonder?
4 days ago
7 comments:
Oh, dear...re: spillage...wear a dark dress and keep your fingers crossed. Don't worry about the older girls, they'd hate you if you were older too, and they'll be graduated and gone, so "who cares."
As to the dancing, no low cut dresses, and she shouldn't be wearing those anyway. I predict she will have a blast.
Thanks Karen - and for your comment on the last post, too. I am waiting patiently for him to ask me more, or for the right opportunity to revisit the discussion.
The dress is...strapless...but she found a little gauzy wrappy thing to wear with it. And I found JLo-esque adhesive body tape to wrap around her back and front to ensure it defies gravity and remains in place. :)
They are funny with their worries and foibles. I remember those days....sigh.
Kit, can I lovingly e-smack your kid?!??
Kit, and I'm sure your hsuband will also make sure the slightest gap in re-inforced with a staple gun. Has he handed the athlete a copy of "Rules for dating my daughter?" [THe one that ends in: "the camoflaged face you see at the window is mine."
BTW, I can remember thinking my own father must have had a misspent youth given his assumption that boys were after only one thing!
Hell, I am close to smacking her in person! Our hairdresser/ballroom dance instructor tore her up one side and down the other when she told him about her dinner concerns and told her she WILL go to dinner and she WILL eat something. :)
When he speaks, she is far more inclined to believe the exact same things I told her the day before.
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