So few posts ago, I mentioned that there were two times in high school when my perspective changed dramatically. I told you about the first. Now here is the second.
I was alone all night.
I think that sums it up pretty nicely. We weren’t even dating nor had any special feelings for each other, so there was absolutely no pressure to hang out all night, but it still sucked. She was late (to the point that my friends started thinking that she was standing me up), so in all of my prom pictures, I’m awkwardly holding a box for her corsage. But it ended up being okay since she showed up last minute. But after dinner, when I asked her if she wanted to dance, she just walked away after a curt “no” and I was left alone all night. I don’t know, maybe it’s because I could’ve easily asked someone else to go with me, but that night really hurt. In a way, that night really questioned my every move dealing with ladies from that point on. I lost interest in relationships because it felt as though nobody was willing to spend time with me even if I paid for her tickets and after all the effort. Plus, I was more lonely because everyone else had a date and I didn’t fit into the crowd. I guess relationships (well, friendship in this case) don’t really work for me. I’ll just have to wait and see, but for now, I’ll forever be haunted by that experience.
Fuck that shit.
Thanks for reading,
Victor T. Paulsen.