homecoming

This past week was homecoming week at BYU. Apparently some special events took place. I don't know the specifics of them because I'm not a typical zoob. I am passionate about the sport teams here at BYU, but I'm no where close to asking a girl to go to a school functioned homecoming dance with me. However, the week did make me ponder my past dance experiences. In high school I loved the school dances. It was a good time with friends and expensive food and expensive clothing. My first homecoming dance was quite the interesting story. Allow me to elaborate.

I was 15. I could say I didn't have a date because my parents forbid me from dating anyone before I was 16 but that's not entirely true. The truth is not too many girls were lining up for a shot at young Daniel. Given these two truths, I just assumed I wouldn't ask anyone to go to the dance and I was cool with that. A girl eventually asked me to go with her because the guy she originally asked had to cancel. (He actually canceled by writing on her Facebook wall. super cold. ) This girl was super nice and even offered to pay for her dinner to entice me to agree to go. Being young and immature, I was more than happy to allow her to pay for herself.

The dance was an extremely awkward affair. The dance was filled with couples intense grinding. I didn't want to grind with my date so I spent most of my time at the water fountain. During one particular slow song (Hero by Enrique Inglesias) My date had her arms around my neck and I could feel her looking up at me searching for a "cute romantic scene in the movie when the couple slow dances and gazes into each others eyes." I was desperate to make eye contact with anyone else in the room so I spent the slow song yelling and interrupting at my friends who were trying to have their own romantic moment.

Disclaimer: Hero is a very special song to me. I don't want to dilute its importance by gazing into the eyes of just anyone when I hear it. It needs to be the right moment.

The night ended and my date and I never talked to each other again. Three more years of high school and still, never talked to each other. My friends tagged me in some photos on Facebook from the event. My mom saw the photos from her Facebook (She forced me to be her friend, if I wasn't her friend I wasn't allowed to have Facebook). My mom saw I had a date, scolded me and grounded me for the next two weekends. Probably why my date and I never made it long term.