It was...decent. Two guys asked me to dance with them, and I did. They're my friends and they're awesome, so why not? I'm pretty sure both of them like me. Those poor guys. One of them kept telling me how beautiful I looked and was sweating a lot. They're both really sweet. Too bad I'm a hopeless lesbian.
I also slow danced with my friend who has a crush on me. She was hugging me and flirting with me aaalll night long, so she finally asked me to dance. And when we danced, I know people were looking at us. So maybe that's like a small step towards being out? Maybe? I consider it a bit of progress, dancing with a girl in public. So yay for me.
I know what you're thinking. If this chick likes me, and would totally date me, why am I not with her? Her emotional instability. That's why. She has gigantic mood swings and she gets super depressed and her life is utter hell. Too much baggage. It just figures that the ONE girl that's attracted to me is someone I would never date :|
Newspaper girl was there. I tried not to look at her too much the whole time, but it was impossible cuz she was SO FRIGGIN BEAUTIFUL. She looked incredible. Stunning. My heart lurched and I blushed whenever I was near her. I'm pretty sure the guy that was with her was her boyfriend. Damn you, newspaper girl's boyfriend. I don't even have to know him to know that he is not worthy of her awesomeness. I wanted to punch him in the face. I know that's not fair, cuz he's probably a nice guy, but still.
I should've talked to her. But I never did, cuz I'm a coward. We talk, but we're not to the point where I can just approach her and be like "Hey you look amazingly epicly gorgeous!" GAH I put so much pressure on myself when it comes to having a conversation with her. I don't like this.
I decided not to tell my mom that I slow danced with two guys. She would make a big deal out of it and get the idea that I'm interested in boys. I shoulda told her that I slow danced with a girl to see how she responded.
Also, I lost my mom's friend's shoes that I wore to the dance. I looked for twenty minutes for those damn shoes and I never found them. I think someone took them or something. Damn it. If they were my shoes or my mom's, I wouldn't care. But I borrowed those puppies and now I gotta tell my mom's friend that I lost them. I am a moron.
All in all, homecoming was semi-fun. A bit boring, but I did dance like an idiot and I got to see newspaper girl all fancied up and I slow danced with a girl for the first time in my pathetic life. Dances have never been my kind of thing, but I enjoyed it.