LaDianaeda held an annual Spring Formal that was basically a required event. For the most part, you could get out of activities if you had to, but this was one of a few that everyone attended. Sometime around March, I started fretting about Spring Formal. Trying to find a date for a formal dance pretty much sucks when you don't have a boyfriend. Formal dances are for couples or people who really like each other. Blah! My BFF, Lisa, got to hear me whine and complain and worry about this dance for at least a month. Lisa and I have so much in common, yet we are so different. She was much braver than I was, particularly when it came to boys. Being the ultimate optimist, she saw this as an opportunity and started searching her classes for a potential date for me. Lisa and I talked multiple times a day, but in between gab sessions, we would email each other life updates. There literally was nothing about me this girl did not know. Most of the emails at the time revolved around the upcoming dance. Lisa was in the process of finalizing a double date with a guy she wanted to take and his friend, someone she thought would be a fun date for me. In one email I sent to her, I mentioned that I didn't want it to be this big ordeal where I'd feel nervous and all this pressure to have this perfect date. The last "dance" I'd been to was Snowball. It's a dance where we choose names and set each other up with secret dates. That had been a great success for me - I got set up with a pretty nice guy who was just a friend. No pressure! Our dance picture is me giving the kid a piggyback ride. Totally my style! :) Somewhere in the email I mentioned that it might be a good idea to take somebody that I already knew and was just a friend so it wouldn't be this awkward blind date - "...maybe I should just take Marcos." The email ended just like that.
As luck would have it, Marcos walked into the computer lab while Lisa was reading this email from me. Being the friendly man that he is, he walked over to say hello and sees the words "maybe I should just take Marcos" practically flashing at him. The next day, I received an email from muboldi@weber.edu Who's sending me an email? What a weird last name? How do you even pronounce that? I opened the email and realized it was from Marcos. I remember thinking to myself what a weird "Latin" last name Uboldi was. Shouldn't he be a Garcia or something? I would hate that last name. For those of you single folks out there, never think you're glad you don't have a particular last name - it's dangerous territory. Here's what I remember about the email.
Maria - Hey, it's me, Marcos. I don't know how to tell you this and I really apologize, but I was in the computer lab the other day when Lisa was reading your email and I read the part about you taking me to LD's Spring Formal. If you want me to go with you, it would be an honor. -Marcos
Holy crap! What am I going to do now? By the time I read the email, I already had a date to Spring Formal - a blind date. Now I really felt bad. So I did what any freaked out girl would do in my situation - nothing. I left the poor guy totally hanging and went to Spring Formal with the blind date. I guess luck was on his side again because although for the most part I would consider the date a success, it really wasn't. It turns out this kid had totally fallen for some other chick after Lisa had talked to him about a blind date with me so the whole time he was basically feeling like he was cheating on the girl...or wishing he was with her instead. Nice! I HATE STUPID DANCES!! Made me wish I had taken Marcos after all.
3 comments:
That is way too funny. Your story just brought back the memory of the pit in my stomach trying to find a date for that "required" dance. Are you going to the reunion this weekend? Wish I could be there.
I'm planning on it. I wish you could be there too. I hope a lot of the people going are from the years I was in. I'm looking forward to seeing some old faces. I'll let you know how it goes.
That Spring Formal was rather lame with our dates, wasn't it. I was brave back then, but also a bit too boy crazy! Where did I get to be that way? Who knows. This is fun to read. I love it.
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