Karen's Story, Part 3


I think the driver was happy to have us out of his limo. We all got out of the big car and up to the glamorous front doors of The Plaza. Wendy took Paul's arm and Gordon offered me his. "Good to see you men know what you're supposed to do here," I said, and Wendy started laughing. The guys looked a little distressed, but I hugged Gordon's arm to let him know there were no hard feelings. Right before we got to the door, stopped me in my tracks, stepped ahead onto the pressure senser thing, and the door opened automatically for me. He bowed with a quick little flourish. "How gallant!" Wendy said, but I just grabbed him by his arm and dragged him inside. Goofball. Everyone sat down and ate their dinners. Well, everyone but me. It was like they totally forgot I asked for a vegetarian dinner. Wendy and Paul were going to get up and dance, but Gordon was patient and waited for me to get and finish my meal. It was really nice of Gordon to wait for me like that, and we were having a lot of fun talking while my food was not arriving. A couple of times I would pat him on the shoulder or rub his arm whenever he said something that deserved mock-comforting. Wendy would say I was being "forward," but I figured, hell, this was my senior prom date we were talking about. I was entitled. I finally ate the two or three noodles they scrounged up for me and we went out to join Wendy and Paul on the dancefloor.
	by Brian Tivol

I think the driver was happy to have us out of his limo. We all got out of the big car and up to the glamorous front doors of The Plaza. Wendy took Paul's arm and Gordon offered me his. "Good to see you men know what you're supposed to do here," I said, and Wendy started laughing. The guys looked a little distressed, but I hugged Gordon's arm to let him know there were no hard feelings.

Right before we got to the door, stopped me in my tracks, stepped ahead onto the pressure senser thing, and the door opened automatically for me. He bowed with a quick little flourish. "How gallant!" Wendy said, but I just grabbed him by his arm and dragged him inside. Goofball.

Everyone sat down and ate their dinners. Well, everyone but me. It was like they totally forgot I asked for a vegetarian dinner. Wendy and Paul were going to get up and dance, but Gordon was patient and waited for me to get and finish my meal.

It was really nice of Gordon to wait for me like that, and we were having a lot of fun talking while my food was not arriving. A couple of times I would pat him on the shoulder or rub his arm whenever he said something that deserved mock-comforting. Wendy would say I was being "forward," but I figured, hell, this was my senior prom date we were talking about. I was entitled.

I finally ate the two or three noodles they scrounged up for me and we went out to join Wendy and Paul on the dancefloor.

by Brian Tivol