Oh boy! Was prom an experience! It was most definitely the greatest dance I've had the pleasure of attending.
Normally, when I go to a dance, it's for the social aspect of it. I go to say "hi" to people and to say that I went at all. I'm not as socially awkward as I once was and can now enjoy myself a bit more. At prom, I just let go of some of my inhibitions and allowed myself to just have fun instead of worrying (as much) about what people were thinking.
I know I can't dance, everyone around me could see that I couldn't dance, and there was little chance of rectifying this in the four hours I was there. So, rather than worry about the fact that I look weird when I try to dance, I just did it and hoped no one cared. I first tried the good-ol' two step bit that uses just a basic bob and step to keep rhythm. This got boring very quickly. I normally don't advocate having sex on the dance floor—which is what dancing seems to have become—but tonight I figured what the hell. Grinding. Yes. It is fun. Believe it or not, like it or not, participate or not, it's there and it made my night so much better. A few of my girl friends—and surprisingly one of my straight guy friends...—forced me to try it. Despite my inability to move multiple parts of my body in rhythm in a way that doesn't make me look completely stupid, I managed to grind satisfactorily...and I enjoyed it.
For the rest of the night, I was grabbed by various people (who I fortunately knew) to grind. I've never been so frickin' close to the middle of a dance floor orgy in my life! Haha! A few people pulled me in to dance who I was not exactly expecting, and whether it was just to be nice or they actually wanted to dance with me, I had a helluva lot of fun and for the first time felt like I belonged in such a group setting. I was waaaay out of my comfort zone, but in a good way. Cute boys dancin' on me; cute girls dancin' on me; my sad attempts to reciprocate; it's all good.
Following this wonderful experience, I enjoyed a few hours of afterprom–the school's attempt to keep students from doing stupid stuff after prom. I left early from that to go to IHop at 3:30. Oh happy days! I was back in my comfort zone. Food.
And so, I will try to add a moral to this story to make it worth the time spent reading it:
Don't let your inhibitions keep you from enjoying yourself. If you do, you'll be left with nothing but a bunch of boredom and bad memories to reminisce upon when you're all alone.
