Mama Kat’s time again. This week I chose prompt #4) Slow dancing with boys…talk about one of your first school dance experiences.
I know that I’ve reiterated in the past (as has my sister) that we grew up in a very chaotic household. As much of a juxtaposition as it sounds, it was also very strict. We weren’t allowed to date until we were 16 and then had to double date first (I was told for a year but I don’t think I actually had to wait that long) and we weren’t allowed to wear makeup. We weren’t allowed to go to boy/girl parties. While all my friends were going to school dances and football games etc., I sat home on Friday nights locked in my room listening to Gilbert O’Sullivan and The Partridge Family.
Once when I was in the 8th grade (I’m pretty sure it was 8th, I know it was middle school) my mom after much begging and pleading allowed that I could go to a school dance. I didn’t dare tell her I had a boyfriend (she would have killed me or at least refused to drop me off). I dressed in my nicest dress which was a hand me down from my older married sister and my mom dropped me and my best friend off. Her mom was to pick us up later. I think that was the only reason she let me go because someone else was picking us up. In my mom’s defense we lived about 25 miles from the school and it was mostly back roads to get there and I’m sure she didn’t want to be driving late (okay 9:30 was late back then) to come pick me up when she had been up since 5:00 a.m.
I had already told my boyfriend that I wasn’t coming to the dance because I hadn’t convinced my mom until after she got home from work to let me go and since we didn’t have a telephone I had no way of letting him know that I was indeed coming to the dance. I thought it would be a wonderfully nice surprise.
I wasn’t well versed in these sorts of things since I never got to go to any of them but I was totally excited to be “free” for a night and to be able to see my boyfriend in a setting outside normal school hours. He was very popular, a jock, and all the girls flirted like crazy with him so it made me feel even more special that he had picked me… a poor country girl to be his girlfriend. I wasn’t what you’d consider a prize catch.
My mom dropped us off at the front of the school and Sam and I made our way around to the gym after hurriedly running to the bathroom to haphazardly apply a little forbidden (and probably stolen from my older sister) sparkly blue (as was all the rage) eye shadow and mascara. After getting to the very dimly lit gym, Sam ran off to find who she could flirt with while I scanned the guys standing around the gym walls and bleachers for my prince charming. I remember very distinctly that “Have You Seen Her” by the Chi Lites was playing. I walked around the bleachers and the outside of the dance floor looking for him and couldn’t find him anywhere. Just as the song was ending I spied him across the dance floor… dancing with another girl! And if you remember it was a VERY slow song and they looked very cozy. And as the song ended he leaned down and he KISSED her! I was crushed!!!
He looked up and saw me see him and realized he had gotten caught. He came running across the gym floor and I went running out to the bathroom bawling my eyes out. I spent the rest of the night crying in the bathroom, the first of my many broken hearts. Of course I never told my mother about my horrible experience of my first school dance because she would have just told me that would teach me to want to go to any of them in the first place. She would not have understood and it would only have reinforced her belief that I never needed to go to any extracurricular activities and it did cure me for a while.
Of course the next week at school I forgave my boyfriend after some lame excuse as to why he was slow dancing with another girl to begin with, much less kissing her, only to have him “cheat” on me again a few weeks later to which I broke up with him again, only to date him every year for a week or so until he’d cheat again. He and I were much better friends than boyfriend and girlfriend and to this day we remain good friends. I stayed mad at the girl for much longer. She had been my friend and she should have known better.
Now… for your viewing enjoyment, I give you….the Chi Lites: