In my senior year of high school, I got asked to prom by a very average drama-prone girl I'd briefly dated. Then my friend Steve told me she only asked me as a "placeholder," hoping a guy she liked from another school would go with her. I was just a backup plan.
Not wanting to miss my senior prom in case she rescinded the offer, I asked a much hotter girl I messed around with sometimes and she agreed.
When girl #1 called me and did, in fact, rescind her offer I said "No problem, I already have another date."
She completely flipped out and went around school telling people I'd rejected her and I was an asshole. Somehow this filtered down through the neighborhood to my mother, who questioned me about it, unhappy.
But all this drama didn't have the intended consequences. People had long thought this girl was a bitch and were high-fiving me for sticking it to her.
One week after graduation she got pregnant and is now a fat cow with short hair. Didn't even recognize her in her Facebook pics. My prom date still looks great.
I thought this forum would find the moral of this story important. If it hadn't been for my friend Steve -- his real name -- I might have not had a prom date and missed a whole bunch of good times since me and girl #2 started casually dating and going to all the pre-prom parties and such. Steve went out of his way to track me down in school that day and tell me not to trust Girl #1 and look elsewhere immediately. Gotta look out for your boys.
Not wanting to miss my senior prom in case she rescinded the offer, I asked a much hotter girl I messed around with sometimes and she agreed.
When girl #1 called me and did, in fact, rescind her offer I said "No problem, I already have another date."
She completely flipped out and went around school telling people I'd rejected her and I was an asshole. Somehow this filtered down through the neighborhood to my mother, who questioned me about it, unhappy.
But all this drama didn't have the intended consequences. People had long thought this girl was a bitch and were high-fiving me for sticking it to her.
One week after graduation she got pregnant and is now a fat cow with short hair. Didn't even recognize her in her Facebook pics. My prom date still looks great.
I thought this forum would find the moral of this story important. If it hadn't been for my friend Steve -- his real name -- I might have not had a prom date and missed a whole bunch of good times since me and girl #2 started casually dating and going to all the pre-prom parties and such. Steve went out of his way to track me down in school that day and tell me not to trust Girl #1 and look elsewhere immediately. Gotta look out for your boys.