Thinking about 'coulda, wouldas' isn't healthy.

The next one that comes along, say 'yes'. In my younger days, I was what was called 'hot'. The dweeby, nerdy guys were the ones I was normally attracted to, but they were terrified of me. As I got a little older, I stopped waiting for them to make the first move. It's turned out well for me.

The other thread reminded me of this ... the thread about 'what year would you relive'.

I'm a lot better at saying yes than I used to be.

Sweet, dweeby, nerdy guys make the best partners, btw. We appreciate what we have when we have it.

Not only that, but they're way more fun to talk to and play computer games with.

You and I must be about the same age. I 'would' have graduated in '82. Oddly enough, I would have liked to change '81, the year I dropped out of high school.

Causing hurt, even inadvertently, is hard to shake.

And I didn't have the twins until years later, and the husband is in accounting, not security.



Seriously, that is an amazing coincidence - I *used* to be all of those things back in 1983....

Pink Floyd was playing in the New Orleans Superdome the same night.

No regrets.

However, I have no regrets about it.
I don't really remember much of the girls in high school. I was stuck on someone from a different school, and we had an off and on relationship. She is a close friend of mine now, but at the time, we were "off", and I would not go with any other.

By a boy who was a year younger than me. We had an appreciation of science fiction and monster movies in common and were both nerds before the term was invented.

I'd never planned on going to the prom. I hadn't dated, hated dressing up, hated make up and 'doing' up my hair. But when R asked, I said "Yes". Mom got all excited, made me a beautiful dress, helped me put on makeup and get my hair ready.

R and I had a great time at the prom - we danced and talked about old movies and science fiction novels. It was a good night for both of us. I learned that though I did not like the trappings of a formal dress, I could handle the event and still have a good time.

I lost track of R after I went to college. He left the little town we grew up in and was a minor actor in a few movies, most notable was "Cocaine Cowboys" with Andy Warhol. Then he went back to the little town and is now an art teacher.

I'm glad I said "Yes" - I think it gave both of us more confidence in our lives.

I doubled with my best friend and his date, and the girls we went with were best friends, too. The only reason I could afford to go was because my older brother paid for my tux rental and my prom tickets as his graduation present to me.

Turns out the girl I'd come to be crazy about was actually in love with my best friend and just went with me to be close to him. I was just a means to an end as far as she was concerned--the prom was on a Friday night and she had dropped me like a bad habit by Monday. It took me a long time to trust anyone again after that.

the four years we actually spend there.

Like:
No, thank you so much for asking but I already have a date. (Even if you don't you can claim you were dumped later)

No, thank you, it's tempting, but I hate the idea of prom.

Or, what might be honest:

Thank you, but the idea of prom makes me so uncomfortable I just can't get myself to go.

If all you said was no. I think I'd apologize if I'd ever see her again. That's the only thing that would make both of us to feel better.

I remember telling her something along the lines of your third response, that I would not be comfortable going to the prom, because I was too ugly (I think I actually used that specific word), but I do remember telling her I was flattered that she asked me.

I thought she could do better.