They say the best time to write something is when you’re emotional because it allows you to focus all your energy, so you don’t end up sobbing in front of collegues. I’m not sure who “they” are but it works for me.
Most of you might understand the rollercoaster ride I’ve been on lately, i.e coming to terms with Dude leaving the house at the end of this year. Fortunately for me, life is making it easy, reminding me of numerous milestones he’s reaching throughout the year. Little signals that taunt my soul. Like him turning eighteen or him being accepted by a university, albeit a provisional acceptance, or him asking a girl to be his date at the prom.
Their high school only allows final year students to attend this annual event, so there is a lot of compulsory pairing going on at the moment. And it’s a big thing. Like a wedding. But without the cake and the bridesmaids and the white dress and the in-laws and the church and the honeymoon. Maybe it’s nothing like a wedding…
Dudes have it easy when it comes to putting together an outfit. They need a suit, a tie, comb their hair, splash on deodorant and Bob’s your uncle. Unless you’re offended by the name Bob, then Tim could be your uncle. But if Bob was married to your mother’s sister then he will remain your uncle, irrespective if you like the name or not. Where was I?
Oh yes. Dude. And prom.
The only other thing Dudes need to worry about is the transport. And since my Dude’s father owns an SUV, the father in question has not been asked to play chauffeur. I’m slightly offended. Who wouldn’t want to drive to the ball in a SUV? I’ll even wash it for them. Or maybe just get it washed. He is still looking for an alternative.
What got me writing this post was the photo of the happy couple after she said yes. Which I never doubted for a second…
I got a little teary eye because he made an effort. He did something original. They have been friends since the beginning of time and everybody sort of knew they would hook up for prom. Even so, he wanted it to be special, something she would remember. Now that might not seem like a big thing but coming from a guy who basically hangs around the house, waiting for his next meal, it is huge. Ginormous. Maximum effort (Thanks Deadpool).
He made a poster. He brought flowers and chocolate. He showered. He got dressed. He made a poster. I know I’ve said it already but he made a poster! With a heart. He asked her dad to drop her off at a designated spot, where he stood all dapper and debonair, ready to get the yes.
Which he did. Obviously.