$240 plus tips, to get my nails, toes, hair and makeup done.
And all Danny can say is Jay, you look really hot?
You'd think that maybe he could come up with something a little more original like, Wow, that color dress looks amazing on you. Or, Your face looks flawless. (which incredibly it does) or I love how your toenails are the exact shade of coral as your dress, and my aren't they painted perfectly.
But no, I am HOT.
Still, coming from Danny, it does make me feel good. For two reasons really.
One. It is the second time in a week, no less, and the first time really, that he has used my name and hot in the same sentence. Except for something like, Jay, it's REALLY smoking HOT out here, why don't you go grab us some drinks?
And two. I think it's the only time I've ever heard him say those words not being used in reference to a supermodel, cheerleader, or playmate.
The boy really does need to broaden his horizons a bit.
Did I mention how handsome Danny looks? He's wearing a black tuxedo with a cool silver and black patterned vest and tie. I love the way his shoulders look so broad when he wears a suit.
Danny grabs my hand and kisses me. “So, are ya ready?”
Um, I have been like, getting READY for the last 6 hours.
HELLO?
Can't you tell?
But I don't say that because I know he's wondering if I'm ready to face everyone at the dance.
“Okay with all of this?” he asks again.
“Yeah, and by the way, I'm glad you're forcing me to go.” I grin.
“Ah,” he says, holding his hand to his chest like I have just stabbed him. He flashes an infectious smile and winks at me. “We've gotta run over to my house. Mom wants to take some pics.”
Just as we finish pictures, Phillip is at the door.
Phillip, my articulate, sensitive, linguistic, emotional man, what do you have to say about how I look tonight?
“Wow,” he says, “you look …”
Okay, here we go. He's searching his brain for the perfect word. I know, come on, you can do it! How about perfect shoes?
“ ..hot, really hot.”
Oh for God's sakes, what is it with BOYS!
Phillip leaves to go pick up his date, and Danny and I head to dinner.
A lot of our friends are going out to dinner in big groups, but because Jake wanted to be ALONE with me, Danny and I are going out alone. Of course, Jake, Mr. I Can't Plan Ahead, wouldn't make any plans for prom, so I had arranged everything.
And guess what? Rumor has it, he's been cheating on me for like the WHOLE time! And apparently, get this, he's HONEST with the other girls. He TELLS THEM he has a girlfriend. AND THEY'RE OK WITH THAT!!???!!!!
So evidently, he's been doing it with pretty much everyone BUT me. So here's my question. Why was he bugging me about it so much? I mean apparently he had a whole LEGION OF SKANKS to choose from. Why not let me, his sweet little girlfriend, who he professed to LOVE MORE THAN LIFE ITSELF, stay safely ensconced in my imaginary virginal bubble world? Why keep pressuring me?
WHYYYYY???
GOD.
I really should've skipped trying to make him jealous and went for Option One - walked straight up to him and punched him in the face. HARD!!! And I'm not talking a little slap across the face like girls in movies, who get mad and slap their lying, conniving, cheating boyfriend and yell, You bastard!
I'm talking, BOOM.
There's a fitting song on the American Pie 2 soundtrack. It goes, “She said, If I'm leavin' with a broken heart, you're leavin' with a bleeding nose.”
That's what I'm talking about.
Sorry, I digress. I may still be slightly bitter.
However, it does make me feel better knowing that I'm going to Prom with one of the nicest and HOTTEST guys around. Danny will be, hands down, the best looking guy at the dance. Although I have to admit, Phillip will be a close second. I swear, he just keeps getting cuter.
It's probably for the best that Danny and I are going to dinner alone.
I'm not sure I could handle all the questions.
Like how are you doing? Are you and Danny serious? Is it true that Jake has been dating that girl for like 4 months?
I'd have to answer....Um. I don't know….., uh, I don't know……,and well, I don't know.
I'm a fountain of non-information.
Danny and I have a great time at dinner.
He teases me.
I feign irritation and tease him back.
He kisses me, and I melt.
He feeds me dessert.
I've decided I'm very glad we're alone. I've been able to forget about my life for a while, and it's been perfect. I mean when you're around Danny, it's really hard to think about anything but him. He's got this easy, seductive way about him. Like he's a warm, inviting swimming pool and you can't wait to jump him.
IN. I meant jump in…You know jump in the pool. The, uh, warm pool.
Crap. I've become one of those girls. Those girls who hang on his every word and think he can do no wrong and wouldn't care if he did.
Those are the girls I make fun of.
I do a great impersonation of a swooning, mute, hair flipping, eye lash batting, stomach holding in and boob sticking out girl. Phillip thinks I'm hilarious when I do this.
And somehow, I've become one. Well, not completely. Coherent words are still coming from my mouth, and I'm not flipping my hair.
Okay, so I can't flip it since it's up in pins.
My point is, I haven't been totally hypnotized by his charm.
I'm holding my own.
My dad used to call Danny a chick magnet. 80's slang for what would probably now be referred to as a player. Anyway, I've thought it was a good way to describe him. But I've always been like an opposing magnet. We tend to butt heads.
Tonight, I think I've become like, you know, a wimpy paper clip or something. I can't help but be drawn to him, and I'm totally incapable of resisting his pull.
We finish dinner too early to go to the dance, so we retreat to the limo, and Danny tells the driver to just cruise around. We really aren't paying attention to where he is going because we are sitting in the back, drinking champagne and seriously making out.
You know, I never wanted to be cliché and do it on prom night, but let's just say that issue is currently under advisement.
What it really means is I haven't made up my mind yet.
I have determined though that if I wanted to, Danny could be the perfect guy for it. I mean, I love the guy. And why not do it with a friend? Someone you trust and are comfortable with. Not some stupid, loser, slut-loving boyfriend.
And didn't Phillip tell me I should think about doing it with a friend?
So why wouldn't I?
Well, cuz maybe you're afraid of ruining your relationship?
See. I really can't decide.
We go to the dance, and I have fun dancing with Danny. I especially enjoy how he holds me when we slow dance and how he keeps playing with the loose strands of hair that have fallen out of the back of my updo.
Memo to self: Updos and passionate limo kissing are not a good mix. Especially when date is enthralled with your hair and can't seem to leave it alone!
Which I am totally not complaining about, even though it is rather hypnotic.
I manage to get in a slow dance with Phillip, while his date is throwing up in the bathroom.
Too much champagne for her. Silly girl.
Speaking of champagne, Danny and I drank a whole bottle, but I feel fine. Although come to think of it, Danny had most of it, and occasionally, he's taking nips from a flask of vodka hidden in his tux pocket.