Tommy & Winter Formal

Like I said in my last post, sophomore year of high school I was sitting behind Tommy, my new crush, in our US History class.  Sometimes we’d talk and make jokes, and it was fun laughing with him.  Winter Formal was coming up, and it was the dance where girls had to ask guys for the dates.  I didn’t ask anyone the previous year because I was too scared.  I didn’t even really ask Tommy.

I heard that he wanted to ask me to Homecoming, but supposedly he was too nervous because I kept hanging out with Jordan and his friends, all a year older than us.  I never knew how accurate that was, since it came to me through the high school grapevine.  

He must have gotten some courage because before our class, a few weeks before the Winter Formal, he arrived a little after I did.  I was sitting in my desk putting the finishing touches on my Geometry homework due later that day, and he said, “Geometry.  I hate that class.”
“Me too, but we can’t get out of it.”
“I didn’t like History, either.”
“I see,” I said laughing, “is there any class you like?  Biology maybe?”
“Nah, Biology is boring.  But I said I didn’t like history, I do now.”
“Oh, why’s that?”
“Because I get to see a pretty girl every day,” he said smiling.
“Oh,” I returned the smile and said, “Angela?  I didn’t think she was your type.”
“No!  I meant you!”
“Well, thanks,” I said, and my face felt hot so I must have been blushing.
“I think you like me, too.”
“I don’t know about that.”
“I think you do, one of your friends told me, and I think you want to ask me to Winter Formal.”
“Oh wow, I don’t remember telling anyone things like that.  I don’t know about asking you to Winter Formal.”
“Well, if you decide to ask, I’d be honored to be your date.”
“You’re so cheesy!  Who talks like that?”
“I’m just saying.  It’d be fun.”

After class I said, “So, you’re my date then, right?”  He confirmed and we went to the dance a few weeks later. 

Nothing noteworthy, other than dancing, happened at the dance.  Since it was sophomore year and not too many people could drive yet, we still had to have parents pick us up.  Limos were for prom, your parents were for every other dance.  He never kissed me goodnight, and after the semester was over, he changed schools and we didn’t see each other for seven years, which is when we finally got our kiss goodnight.