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The early days, my sophomore year, Jim and I double dated with lovely freshmen Diane and Michelle. As you can see in the picture to the right, they were in no danger of being taken advantage of by us two. Take advantage? I had to work myself up in a lather just to get the urge to give a goodbye kiss (I was able to complete the task, thank you). I look like I'm posing for a mug shot as opposed to holding my date's hand. We were rookies in the whole dance/date scene. Heck, we were at the corsage shop an hour before leaving for the dance and no, we hadn't pre-ordered. The ladies at the shop whipped something together for us so all was not lost. Needless to say, there wasn't much Casanova in my dealings with the ladies in high school.
Fast forward another year to my homecoming and prom date, Kelly. She was destined to be a very successful doctor in her professional life (she is); however, she soon learned after high school that it was more fun to play for the other team. Not that there is anything wrong with it. And no, I did not sway her that way (that I know of). I was looking real tough in that lavender sport coat though. Give me a band conductor's baton and call me Lawrence Welk! And a one-a, and a two-a.....
To wrap up the high school dance career, Desiree and I took to the prom in '85. That was right about the time that mullets were in and I had the beginnings of a tough one going. I'm not sure where Desiree is today but if you're reading, your dad's jokes were pretty sad. He needed some new material but I recall doing my best fake laugh in order to flee his household in an efficient manner.
All in all, I think doing the whole dress up thing was okay; no jumping up and down about it. I would rather have gone to the dances in my Adidas t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans but seeing the ladies get all primped up is worth the price of admission I guess so I'd call it a wash in favor of the ladies.
Trail Head
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