Blogging My Sadie Hawkins Fail

We can totally relate, Mrs_Darcy_Please; it took us three months to work up the courage to ask Austin Pace to the Snowball dance in 11th grade, and when the time finally came, we said, "You're stupid. Dumb. Butt. Dance me?" (That was meant to be encouraging.)—Sparkitors

The end of September means only one thing for high school girls: HOMECOMING. The ever-important fall dance is the only one that we freshmen get to attend this year (at my school, anyway) and suddenly, the small shindig is turning me into a full-blown stress magnet. The usual dance-related worries shrank in comparison to the bomb that was dropped last week: the dance will be Sadie Hawkins-style (aka the girls have to ask the guys). So what is it like to try and ask a boy to a dance? Let's just say that I’m pretty sure Chelsea Dagger would look like a deodorant model compared to me today.

6:30 AM: OmigodwhatamIgonnaweardothesejeansmakemelookfatomigodilookfathesgonnasaynoooooo

8:00 AM: Homeroom. My friend has promised to do some detective work for me during 1st Block. Her sleuthing will hopefully allow us to figure out the answers to the following questions: is he planning on going to Homecoming? Is he hoping anyone will ask him? Does he harbor an irrational disgust for anyone in his 4th Block Bio class?

8:15AM: 1st Block. My phone buzzes. Apparently, he wasn’t in his first class. Omigod. He’s not here today! Was it meant to be this way? Is this a sign that I shouldn’t ask him? Maybe it’s good, since I was so nervous. Is he sick? Is he gonna die? But tickets are only on sale until Friday!

12:15 PM: Lunch. I have only a bottle of OJ for lunch because I’m too nervous to eat. My friend gets suddenly pushy and tells me that if I don’t ask him by today, she’s going to ask him for me, whether I like it or not. She claims this is for my happiness, but it's really just pissing me off. I see him in the hallway. He’s not dead (good thing), but now I actually have to ask him (bad thing)! I take cover in the bathroom so my friend can’t force me into asking him right then and there.

2:00 PM: 4th Block Bio. Ask him. Ask him! ASK HIM! Ask? Him?! Eventually, I take the plunge (sort of). “So…are you planning on maybe going to Homecoming, maybe?”

“It depends." *Joking voice* “I’m waiting for the perfect girl to ask me.”

Was he joking? Was he serious? Did he mean me?! In my mind, I’m saying "Why don’t we go together? I think it would be fun, if I was with you." *Insert sudden ability to flirt*

Out loud, I say “Well, it seems kind of lame, but you know. The high school experience and all. See ya.” Oh. My. God. What have I done? WHAT HAVE I DONE?!

3:30 PM: Dismissal. I can’t wallow in self pity just yet, because he rides my bus, so instead I sit in the seat across from his and try to focus on anything other than my complete failure of a life. He removes his ear buds and whispers to me a message of love, and that message is, “Did we have any bio homework?” Well, he should know that we don’t have any homework, I saw him ask the teacher. How stupid of him. Unless…he was trying to start a conversation with me…because…he enjoys talking to me…and maybe even LIKES me…YES! I should so ask him! Right now! Except…this is my stop.

Well, there’s always tomorrow.

You can do it, Lydia! ASK HIMMMMMMM. Sparklers, give this girl some words of encouragement.

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