Now as one of the only girls in the class, I took my fair share of good natured ribbing. So when B asked me to his senior prom, I totally thought he was joking. I mean, we had sat next to each other all year. I had just coached him through asking someone else out (good thing for me it didn’t work out). I didn’t take him seriously. Why would he want to go to his senior prom with me?
So for about three weeks I had no idea we were really going to prom. Two weeks before we went, B asked me if I would like to go with his group of friends or mine. None of my friends were going so we decided to go with his friends. Um, yeah. Intimidating b/c B was a lot more popular than I. Two letter athlete. Super smart. I mean, the prom king and queen were going in our group. Intimidating indeed! But I made it through.
So here we are. On our “first date”.
The whole group we went to prom with.
We dated all that summer.
I was hesitant to continue dating after he left for college. Even though he was only a couple hours away, I didn’t know if it would work. If we would want to make it work. He left and we decided to take those two weeks between him leaving and then coming home for Labor to think about things.
I decided I couldn’t live without him. He agreed.
My homecoming. (B would like me to point out that he is not orange in this photo. Just how it came out since I just snapped a picture with my digital of the hard copy!).
My senior prom.
Seven long years later, he put a ring on it!
Right after we got engaged in San Diego.
And that is the story of “us”.
Any other high school sweethearts out there?