I'm getting older.
I went to high school in the 1970s. It was a time and place where we parked our pick-up trucks in the school parking lot with a gun rack in the back window with two long guns cradled in it. We had things like corporal punishment and parents who spanked you even after you got paddled by the teacher at school in the class room in front of all your classmates. The times were clearly different, but even so we still had to deal with mean girls and bullies, ugly pranks and general teenage stupidity. Just like today.
In my high school there was a certain girl who was not all that attractive. She was one of many, but for whatever reason she seemed to get targeted a bit more than most. She was smart and talented, but she did little to improve her standing due to her clear social clumsiness. She had a group of friends, though, and seemed to do well nevertheless.
Then, despite her social flaws and unattractiveness, a classmate invited her to the Junior-Senior Prom. Understandably, she was very excited. This was the school's social event of the year, as it is most everywhere in the US.
Of course, like most every girl, she went out and bought a beautiful dress for the occasion. She got her hair done. She put on her make up very tastefully, and got ready for the big evening.
The day of the prom arrived. The excitement at school was palpable. Then, her date informed her that his car had broken down and he would be unable to pick her up to take her to the prom. He would meet her there, he said. And she was dropped off at the venue by her parents, and she waited. But, her “date” never showed up. She obviously had been pranked. Rather cruelly.
She sat alone at a table in a very dignified fashion, but clearly sad. And she was the subject of many whispers and pitied glances. I was a senior that year. And I had my date. But, despite my status as a football letter man and running on the track team (field events because despite being fit, I was very slow) and being a senior, I was far too concerned with what others thought of me. So I just shook my head and felt sorry for her, joining in the glances and whispers.
Today, over forty years later (although it honestly didn't it didn’t take me THAT long for me to understand this), I realize that I should have gathered together my tight group of friends and one-by-one, asked her to dance. It WAS a dance, after all. And it really didn't matter how poorly any of us danced.
I have no idea as to if she would have danced with any of us. None. But, I should have asked. I should have gotten my friends to do the same. But, I didn’t. I was selfish and an idiot back then, caring far too much what others might think. Except her. I may still be that way today, but certainly not as bad as I was as a teen. I hope.
I understand that today she is married and a grandmother. I’m happy for her. And I wish I was a stronger, more confident boy back then. And, in retrospect, imagine the impression I would have made to all the high school girls watching me and my friends. We would have melted hearts. Not that such is anywhere important today. In The Great Scheme, I have no clue if it would have made any difference. But, it would have been right and proper.
I only can hope that someone young sees this, realizes that most peoples’ opinions are garbage, learns from my lesson, and does the right thing. And not just at the prom.