Name: Anonymous 2009-03-25 0:54
It was the eight grade dance, and boy I was excited. You see, there was this girl. Allison. She had long blonde curls, blue eyes, and a perfect smile. I knew, that that night, I was going to ask her to dance.
So I put on my best suit and tie, a quick spritz of cologne, and hopped into my mom's mini-van.
Ten minutes later, I'm walking into the dance. What a sight! Disco lights spinnin, the DJ's blasting the latest jams. And the girls, man! Standing out from all of them, though, was my Allison. She was...like an angel. Her hair was all done up, and she was wearing a brand-spanking new dress. But before I could check her out anymore, my friends came over with their dates. They commented on what a great party it was, then asked if I was going to ask Allison to dance. I played it cool, acted like it was no big deal. But inside, my heart was pounding! I knew I had to ask her soon, or I would never do it.
"Next song," I thought. "I have to ask her."
So the next song starts. It's "Yeah" by Usher. All of my friends are already out on the dance floor, grinding with their girls. Allison is standing out there, without a partner. So I take a deep breath, and head towards her. This was it! I was going to dance with my queen! It was finally about to happen. I went around the last group of dancers when...
Allison was dancing, with a jock. Freakin hate those guys. I was standing out there on the dance floor without a partner. I didn't want to walk back out and look like a total loser. I had to think on my feet. Play it cool. Maybe do something funny, make people laugh. Allison was close enough to see me. So I did the first thing that came to mind. I started grinding up on the jock. Not full on crotch-to-crotch, but not your average bro-hug either. Still, bad idea. Everyone stops dancing and turns around to stare at me. Allison's jaw drops. She begins to speak, stops, raises her hand, and brings it down across my face. There goes my dignity. Then that jock sonuvabitch raises HIS fist, and knocks my lights out.
Next thing I know, I'm in the nurse's office with an ice pack over my eye. My mom is standing there, and I can hear kids laughing outside the door. Including Allison.
And that is why middle school dances suck.
So I put on my best suit and tie, a quick spritz of cologne, and hopped into my mom's mini-van.
Ten minutes later, I'm walking into the dance. What a sight! Disco lights spinnin, the DJ's blasting the latest jams. And the girls, man! Standing out from all of them, though, was my Allison. She was...like an angel. Her hair was all done up, and she was wearing a brand-spanking new dress. But before I could check her out anymore, my friends came over with their dates. They commented on what a great party it was, then asked if I was going to ask Allison to dance. I played it cool, acted like it was no big deal. But inside, my heart was pounding! I knew I had to ask her soon, or I would never do it.
"Next song," I thought. "I have to ask her."
So the next song starts. It's "Yeah" by Usher. All of my friends are already out on the dance floor, grinding with their girls. Allison is standing out there, without a partner. So I take a deep breath, and head towards her. This was it! I was going to dance with my queen! It was finally about to happen. I went around the last group of dancers when...
Allison was dancing, with a jock. Freakin hate those guys. I was standing out there on the dance floor without a partner. I didn't want to walk back out and look like a total loser. I had to think on my feet. Play it cool. Maybe do something funny, make people laugh. Allison was close enough to see me. So I did the first thing that came to mind. I started grinding up on the jock. Not full on crotch-to-crotch, but not your average bro-hug either. Still, bad idea. Everyone stops dancing and turns around to stare at me. Allison's jaw drops. She begins to speak, stops, raises her hand, and brings it down across my face. There goes my dignity. Then that jock sonuvabitch raises HIS fist, and knocks my lights out.
Next thing I know, I'm in the nurse's office with an ice pack over my eye. My mom is standing there, and I can hear kids laughing outside the door. Including Allison.
And that is why middle school dances suck.