Rendezvous
25 November 04 : 03.13 AM
He came to my house to pick me up for the prom. I was wearing a long, mahogany tube dress with a pretty scarf draped over my shoulders; I felt like a bare princess without her tiara, but I still felt beautiful. He was wearing a tuxedo which made his too skinny frame look much fitter. It was tough to walk in heels I've never worn before. Every step I took, I felt as though I was going to fall, so he held my arm lightly and walked my pace.
When we reached the place, I asked him uncertainly, looking at all the other girls in their expensive gowns and strappy heels, do I look okay? He smiled and nodded his head. "So what does that mean?" I asked, and he replied, not bothering about who was around to hear, "Beautiful."
After the food, we were forced to play a couple game. I was supposed to put a spoon up his trousers, pass his groin and down the other end. Margaret and Alex won that round and that was the end of the stupid game.
So the dance floor was there, and we were supposed to just, well, dance. I was at the edge, not really dancing but not standing still, and he came up from behind and took me to the middle of the dance floor. We danced awhile before Milzam came over and he backed away. Again I was alone, he saw, was about to come over to dance with me, until he saw Milzam approaching me and he just continued dancing where he was.
Overall, he was a gentleman tonight. He's such a fantastic guy; a thoughful, sensitive young man who treats his date just right. I thought to myself, how any girl would be lucky to have him as a date.
So why was it the entire night I kept wishing it could have been someone else?