Prom Report

I went to my old school's prom tonight... WITH A DATE. Yes, CC got a date and went to a dance. Who's Little Miss Suzie High School now? When you are asking a guy to prom, a typically guy's choice dance, you have to be careful who you ask.

I always make the first move. I used to think it was because I was ugly or stupid or unappealing and THAT'S why I always had to make the first move... but I've come to the conclusion that guys are just really intimidated by me. And that's the way it's going to be. (Sparkle, I wasn't lying when I said that you shouldn't introduce me to your guy friends - they will DISAPPEAR when I'm around. What can I say? I have more balls than most guys I know. Hm... that didn't come out like I meant it to.) I felt pretty confident with my choice to ask Riley.

Riley. 18 years old. Jenn's friend. Met him at a bonfire last weekend. We cuddled. I swear that's as far as it went. Seemed sweet. Smart. Good idea. Good plan-making. Good impression on my friends. Pretty good date experience. Not so good date person. Sure, he opened doors and walked me to my doorstep. Sure, he wasn't afraid to actually dance. But after a few hours, I was just so sick and tired of hearing him talk about himself!

But that's not actually who I wanted to talk about! I know I've talked about Wendle before, such as an experience in a certain dark corner of a gym last spring that never turned in to anything more than just an experience in a dark corner. But Wendle never ceases to grab my attention. Tonight, he grabbed me during a slow song before my date got to me and pulled me outside.

It was raining.

To hell with rationalization. Marry me, Wendle. Okay, for reals though, he told me that he'd been dancing with other girls out there too. But I'm sure I'm different. You know why? Because I stole his lip virginity last spring and he's never going to get that back! Mwahahahahaha. Anyway, I was dancing in the rain with Wendle. I was so infinitely happy I didn't know what to say. I was even too happy to think about kissing him! Also, I had a date, so I couldn't kiss him. (I kept reminding myself that I had a date over and over. Like every five seconds - "Wait Wendle! I have a date!" But seriously folks.)

Wendle rocks my world. Here is why. Last year when he would walk me to my cousin's house after school, he showed me a rope swing that we ended up playing on for a long time. (Plus 5 points.) He has never been afraid to be himself. He doesn't try to impress anyone. He has always and will always rock out at dances. (Plus 8 points.) No matter who he's friends with, he keeps a generally real grasp on longer term decisions. (Plus 5 points.) He kissed me in the corner of a gym at a school dance just because I wanted to and there was no weirdness after and our friendship was completely unaffected. (Plus 8 points.) He brought me out to dance in the rain NOT because he knows girls think that's romantic, but because it feels good to dance in the rain, dammit! (Plus 10 points.) On the downside, my mom thinks I should date Wendle. (Minus 25 points.)

Great night.

(Added 1/20/2010: Here are the facts. No matter how many times I think how great Wendle is, he ALWAYS does something that makes me want to bash his head into a wall! And frankly I'm not attracted to him. The perfect guy always has those issues...)