I went to two school dances in my time. Neither were very much fun.
The first one was a Halloween dance when I was in 6th grade. That was back before I had given up hope on having an enjoyable school career. The second was prom in my junior year. Both were entirely awkward and embarrassing.
I genuinely thought that it would be fun. Oh I was naive. It started off kinda fun. There was one guy I was “friends” with. So I hung out with him for a while until he wanted to get on the dance floor. I’m not sure if I have mentioned this before, but I cannot dance. At all. I also didn’t have the confidence to go out there and enjoy making a fool of myself. So I let him go have his fun and I went and played in the ping-pong tournament. Yep. It wasn’t long before I lost and had to find other entertainment.
So what’s an introvert to do? You guessed it, people watch. I went to the top of the bleachers and just watched everyone and honestly, it was quite enjoyable. Until… Ok, so looking back, this next part should have been more embarrassing than it was back then. I’m a little hesitant to share it right now, but back then I though it was quite cool and funny.
Alright… Two separate times when I was in the bleachers watching people I was approached by a group of girls. The first time ere four girls that were in 8th grade, I believe. They were older. They were very friendly. I can’t remember what they said except that they took an interest in the sad lonely kid in the bleachers. My reaction? I ran off in, what I thought was, a comical and endearing manner. I don’t know why I thought that was funny, but I did. So stupid. I mean, can you get anymore movie cliché than that? “A shy middle school boy runs off when confronted by a group of girls.” Feel free to laugh at that. I am. Then later on repeat the process. Only with a larger group of girls in my grade. Except this time there surrounded me so I was blocked from running, so instead I give them a “charming” deer-in-the-headlights look until they left. Yeah, I know. “That was some Berry White shit. Very smooth.”
Fast forward five years and once again I make the mistake of deciding to go to a gathering of strangers from school. Only this time I had a date. So rather than wandering around by myself because I didn’t know anyone, I was able to spend time in a group of people I didn’t know. I had never dated a girl. Surprising, right? I mean who could resist that charm I had back in 6th grade?
So just imagine me in the worst possible situation. I am in an enclosed space. Way too many people. Loud music. Knowing I will probably have to dance. Force to try to make conversation with people I didn’t know and didn’t like. While trying to figure out the complex rules of courtship.
I failed. I was not talkative. I had no idea how to act around my date or what I was supposed to do. I tried to dance. I’m sure it looked like this picture. It was a disaster.
However, I was pretty awesome when it was time to slow dance. Not to brag or anything. But… pretty fly. Then it was dinner at Denny’s and I went home.
Now I can’t be the only one with a disastrous school dance story. Please show some love and solidarity and share your story either in the comments or leave a link to a blog post.