I Should Have Known Better

Freshmen take things way too seriously. The winter dance is coming up on the 26th, so Emily Anderson, Sonya, Ellen and I decided to go, and ask freshmen just as a joke. So I asked Phil, from quiz bowl. He refused to make a decision for two days, left a nervous message on my family's answering machine, and made me chase him all over the school, only for him to tell me, "I don't feel like I know you well enough to go to the dance with you...I just don't want you to be upset." Once again, any attempts on my part to attend Auburn dances and/or enjoy innocent friendships with boys end up in embarrassment for me.

Emily's having her own problems with the dance, complicated, I admit, by me. I told Tyler he should ask her to the dance, so he did, and TOLD HER that I had mentioned it to him. They apparently had a fight--as much of one as those two could--and now Emily really doesn't want to go to the dance. I'm not especially feeling up to enduring several hours in a hot, dark, sweaty, rap-infested high school gym, either. We might have our own pity party that night...maybe rent Harold and Maude or something equally cheerily depressing.

I wonder if trying to go out with guys will ever get any easier. Judging from books and movies, probably not.