so it’s no small understatement to say that i’m no ace w/r/t the social grace, w/r/t divining exactly what people are talking about, but my understanding is that i’ve just been de-asked by phone to the high school prom. i was warned of an imminent ask by a hastily-scibbled message some days earlier, and since then i have been waffling on what my response should be. my consultants all green lighted it and in the spirit of bokononism i was tempted to “go anywhere anyone offer[ed] to take [me]” but you should know me by now- i’m a classic werewus. a mild sigh when she called to say she’s going with long-time chum. it’s all for the best of course- girl (who i barely know (a friend’s younger sister), and who looks to be my paramount fan (she was me for halloween i’m told, and we all remember the cc lowell thing)) has a dim conception of what a goon i am. plus i’m 23 (almost), i’m definitely creepy, i don’t like dance parties (i like sing alongs) and if i had had my druthers i would have really shlubbed up the scene in a red hoodie and blue dickies (with a collar & tie, naturally) (suits where the pants match make me extremely nervous). and i don’t eat meat so the accompanying meal is negligible. for even considering this option and, in a fashion, lamenting this loss of ridiculous possibility, i feel indebted to mary wilson, who asked me last year (two years ago?) to the prom and i indian gave on the issue. turnabout’s fair play i guess. i don’t know, it would’ve been nice to go out somewhere i guess.
