Thinking back on it, I didn’t have the greatest time at my high school senior prom. Everyone talks about wanting to dress sharp for this merrymaking night of high school. But boys like me would rather procrastinate on even renting a tuxedo to start with while their prom date keeps talking about department store hopping for the glitteriest gown money can buy. Me, well, I didn’t even have a clue what a corsage was. I only wanted to go to prom because there is a lot of stigma associated with not going. So suck it up and drive on, soldier.

          I’m lucky enough to be able to borrow my dad’s sports car for the evening because I want to look better than I really am. This ought to fool her into thinking that...

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