My First Real Prom

I only went to one prom in high school. It wasn't even a prom. It was a military ball. And my date's name was Riel Morgiwitz. My parents are still convinced that she was Jewish, eventhough her family sat on the other side of the church from us at 10am mass every Sunday. Perhaps they were Jewish spies. My brother and sister renamed her "Morgabeast". I didn't think she was that unattractive. Although her dress looked like drapes.
This weekend the business school had a Spring semi-formal and Chris flew up to attend. He didn't have to- I've become a pro at going to these things stag. But secretly, I wanted him there. I'm sure this event was as exciting to him as crucifixion, but he's adept at reading me and knew his presence was important. My reasons are selfish, but we're all guilty of needing some validation every now and then.
So what if I wanted to show him off? I wanted people to meet the story I've built up for the last year and a half. I wanted people to put the name with the face. I was waiting for someone to hit on him. I wanted to see what it felt like to be a couple amongst other couples. (It was nice.) I wanted him to be comfortable. I was hoping he'd get drunk. I loved watching him smile. I could have watched that smile all night. I tried to catch his eye from across the room. I think I did a couple of times... when he wasn't staring at Courtney's husband. I was determined to get a picture of him in that new suit. But secretly, I was just as determined to get him out of it.


Before and After