Paul's Story, Part 1


I was able to get into my tuxedo, out of the house, and into the limo with Wendy before my parents could even find a roll of film to put into the camera. What a great way to start off my senior prom evening; no hassle from the folks. I didn't have to hear any questions like, "So, are you and Wendy dating?" or "You know you can call us at any time for a ride tonight, right?" So, there in the back of the limo was Wendy, my date. We'd been friends since freshman year, and it was basically timing that let me be her date tonight. See, she'd been going out with and then not going out with and then making up with a guy named David for years, on and off, on and off. She's broken up with him now, so I'm not worried about that, but there were some other problems with other classmates of ours. One guy asked Wendy in February if she'd go with him to the prom in May and she just looked at him oddly. "That's three months away! Anyway, don't be silly, I have a boyfriend." So, she broke up with David, made up, and broke up again, and then I asked her to the prom. Now this guy's mad at her, and he told her, "If the only reason you wouldn't go to the prom with me is that you had a boyfriend, you should've told me you'd be my date when you two broke up." So I lucked out getting to go with her. Wendy looked great, and she was excitedly showing me all the features of the limo. We were on our way to pick up Karen and Gordon, a couple Wendy set up between her best friend and a co-worker.
	by Brian Tivol

I was able to get into my tuxedo, out of the house, and into the limo with Wendy before my parents could even find a roll of film to put into the camera. What a great way to start off my senior prom evening; no hassle from the folks. I didn't have to hear any questions like, "So, are you and Wendy dating?" or "You know you can call us at any time for a ride tonight, right?"

So, there in the back of the limo was Wendy, my date. We'd been friends since freshman year, and it was basically timing that let me be her date tonight. See, she'd been going out with and then not going out with and then making up with a guy named David for years, on and off, on and off. She's broken up with him now, so I'm not worried about that, but there were some other problems with other classmates of ours.

One guy asked Wendy in February if she'd go with him to the prom in May and she just looked at him oddly. "That's three months away! Anyway, don't be silly, I have a boyfriend." So, she broke up with David, made up, and broke up again, and then I asked her to the prom. Now this guy's mad at her, and he told her, "If the only reason you wouldn't go to the prom with me is that you had a boyfriend, you should've told me you'd be my date when you two broke up."

So I lucked out getting to go with her. Wendy looked great, and she was excitedly showing me all the features of the limo. We were on our way to pick up Karen and Gordon, a couple Wendy set up between her best friend and a co-worker.

by Brian Tivol