Living at school in a small town means that dating venues are limited. So when I heard of this dance where your Old Girl picks a boy for you to go with I was interested and excited.
After a little over two months I couldn’t really say who I wanted to go with so I left it all up to Allison. Every girl had the same top ten list of boys they wanted to be paired with anyway. In hindsight I should have given some preferences but all was not lost.
He arrived with a corsage. He was taller than me. (Not hard. I’m only five feet tall.) He had short hair and acne but he was older than me (which I liked). He refused to dance but he was funny and that helped the time go by quickly.
We never went on another date but we remained cordial. I wanted a boyfriend but he wasn’t it.