When my prom date canceled on me
Dress? Check. Dinner reservations? Check. Date? Check. Our senior prom, the biggest dance of the year, was almost here. I couldn’t wait to go.
But just a few short weeks before the event, my date called and told me that he couldn’t be my date anymore. The cost, the timing—it just wasn’t quite right, and he didn’t want to go. I graciously told him I understood. Then I hung up the phone and burst into tears.
Generally, I avoided school dances. Dancing wasn’t my thing, and I was often the only one in my friend group without a date. That felt awkward and lousy. Better to avoid dances altogether than have those feelings. But, here they were, rearing their ugly heads again, before the one dance that I’d been genuinely excited to attend.
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