The night of my prom was supposed to be amazing. This was to be Steven and my first date.
“He opted out of renting a tux, which was fine with me until he showed up at my door. All I saw was a plaid suit made out of orange wool. It looked like he had just brushed the moth balls off that morning.
“It wouldn’t have been that big of a deal if the rest of the date had been fun. On the way to restaurant he proceeded to take off his shoe to air out the fungus that was growing on his foot. Once we arrived at the dance I was sure the date was going to get better.
“ Mr. Prince Charming did not ask me to dance once. The one time we did dance I had to ask him. While we were dancing he started blowing in my face with his nose. I could only take so much of it, so I faked a sickness so I could sit down. Eventually my “sickness” would put an end to the date.
“Steven and I remained friends but the relationship never fully blossomed.”