This is a tale of teenage heartache and angst at its worst. Nearly twenty years have passed and I still cannot believe that this actually happened. The only real etiquette blunder here was the fact that addresses hadn’t been checked properly and that a teenage boy was kind of clueless.
I had been in love with M pretty much from the moment we met when I was twelve and he was fourteen. Where others saw a geeky guy with a goofy laugh, I pretty much saw Tom Cruise from Top Gun. M was sweet, smart, funny and just wonderful. Our parents were best friends, he was friends with me and my brother and I babysat his baby sisters all the time. I also baked his favourite cookies whenever I knew he was coming over and was just completely sweet to him. He began dating a girl in our church and, when she moved away, I was the one to pick out her gifts and wrap them for her because he had no idea what to get her and wanted my help.
M didn’t ask me to do any of these things and he always thanked me and appreciated them but at this point years had passed and he had yet to figure out that I was absolutely in love with him. He saw me as his good little buddy.
Soon it came time for him to graduate from high school and he had broken up with his girlfriend. His mom mentioned that he didn’t have a prom date and that she and his dad kept telling him to just ask me already. One day he came over after school and he asked me . . . if he could use the phone in my room to invite J to prom because he didn’t want my mom to overhear him and tease him. I smiled and said yes and then kept from crying by making more cookies.
Prom night came around and I was babysitting his sisters because parents always went to the dinner at prom.
Just as I was leaving my house to make my way to his, there was a knock at the door. I opened it and a chauffeur was standing there while a limo idled in the driveway.
“I’m here to pick up M’s prom date if she’s ready.”
OH MY GOODNESS. WOW! OH MY GOODNESS!
It was just like every teenage movie! I was going to prom! This was so exciting and romantic! I began thinking fast about what I had to wear and how I could manage a quick updo and glam up my makeup.
“This is 813 Third Street isn’t it?”
“No. This is 813 First Street.”
Figures. J and I had the same house number and were two blocks apart.
The story did have a bit of a happy ending of sorts though. Two years later I was the one graduating and he was the one with a huge crush on me. I got to take him to my prom, we had a great time and we even dated for a while. It didn’t work out but it makes for a great story! 0626-14