05-11-2005, 01:50 AM
I bought my first pocket watch, a Belair quartz-driven hex body set in savonnete fashion, two months before my Senior Prom simply to establish the fact that I began wearing such a watch before Prom and not because of it.
It was because of it.
That, and there was my crash-course improvisonation on just exactly how one ties up a bona fide bow tie. My Dad didn't know. My friends didn't know. Heck even I didn't know (wait a minute, that was the whole beginning of my problem...)
This was 1995. The internet was not quite yet in full bloom. I didn't have the answer. So, I resorted to tying the bow around my collar just as one ties up the bow of a shoe lace.
Still, those things are not the strongest memory I have of the Senior Prom. That place is reserved for the sight of Heather Bâ, a girl who I had a crush on literally from Day One (first day, freshman year, English Honors) at the Prom in a white lace skirtdress that was so short that it didn't exactly skirt anything.
Did I ask her for a dance? Did I do anything? Nay. I was bad enough a wallflower as things normally lay. My heart was paralyzed further then.
It was because of it.
That, and there was my crash-course improvisonation on just exactly how one ties up a bona fide bow tie. My Dad didn't know. My friends didn't know. Heck even I didn't know (wait a minute, that was the whole beginning of my problem...)
This was 1995. The internet was not quite yet in full bloom. I didn't have the answer. So, I resorted to tying the bow around my collar just as one ties up the bow of a shoe lace.
Still, those things are not the strongest memory I have of the Senior Prom. That place is reserved for the sight of Heather Bâ, a girl who I had a crush on literally from Day One (first day, freshman year, English Honors) at the Prom in a white lace skirtdress that was so short that it didn't exactly skirt anything.
Did I ask her for a dance? Did I do anything? Nay. I was bad enough a wallflower as things normally lay. My heart was paralyzed further then.
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