I’ve gone to one every year for four years, but I must say this one was the best by far, followed by sophomore year, then junior, and finally freshman (which was a disaster by all standards).
I went alone this year, because le boy doesn’t like dances or dancing, and it was so wonderful. The DJ was terrible, but the food was good for the second time ever. I danced with my friends, and we pretended to be sexy motherfuckers, and it was wonderful, and my feet are bruised where the straps of my heels were because I don’t take my shoes off at dances. We tried to twerk it, danced like white kids most of the time, and did a little Charleston at one point. There was a lot of jumping and fist pumping and dropping it to the ground and pelvic thrusting at each other, yelling in each other’s faces and finger-pointing, the lights were great, people hated me for taking pictures with flash, and I said goodbye to some people I never really talked only because I never had classes with them.
I was asked to slow dance by this guy I didn’t know, and we had a short conversation and it was nice and fun, but kind of made me realize that I never would expect anyone to ask me to dance unless it was out of pity. I kind of realized how low my self-esteem is, to the point where I isolate myself from people in the hopes that they’ll seek me out. It’s not really attention-seeking, just I sometimes would wish that someone would try to include me (?? and I realize when people do, but it just doesn’t seem sincere then???). I don’t know how that could be fixed, but it was nice to dance with someone and have a conversation without any obligations to.
I also had some interesting heart-to-hearts, and there were some interesting developments, and I hope the people involved in those are going to be very careful.
Also, I found out that this guy I had a mini-crush on in sophomore year had a mini-crush on me in junior year and it was cool to find that out, because that’s been a common theme in my life, so yeah.
The only really bad part was that I had to wear a thong with my dress and my dress was white and I was afraid the whole time that like, “WHAT IF SOMETHING HAPPENS AND MY BUTT SWEATS OR SOMETHING AND THEN EVERYONE CAN SEE MY BUTT THROUGH MY DRESS WHAT WILL I DO.”
Pictures may be up later if I can edit them to be less gray in a timely manner.