4. Tell us about a song you listened to nonstop as a teen.
I was enjoying a quiet drive home with my family when Vanessa Williams started in on one of my favorite slow jams.
I thought about how when Save The Best For Last would come on in the dark auditorium during our middle school dances I would hold my breath and wait for a boy to ask me to dance.
Can we take a moment to acknowledge how awkward slow dancing was in middle school? An intimate moment locked in the arms of a boy you were playing kickball with in PE just hours earlier. Concentrating on not stepping on each other’s feet. Do you talk? Are you rotating fast enough? Too slow? Were you sweating? Did the boy maybe, possibly like you? It had never crossed your mind before, but was this a sign? Wasn’t his hand placed awfully low on your back? DID HE JUST MOVE IT LOWER?
It didn’t matter to me if boys sometimes passed over me for a better-looking gal. Maybe no one liked me like that. It was okay! Really! Because someday, someone was going to see what they had been looking over all this time and realize what a fool they’ve been. Someday, someone would save the best for last…and that last and best would be ME!
Crazier things have happened right? Heck, sometimes the sun sometimes goes ’round the moon, another unlikely event, but it does happen.
Accept that it doesn’t really, not ever actually.
And why would I ever want to settle for being the person a boy chose last? Yes, let me wait while you experiment with as many girls as possible before realizing I’m the only one that is actually marriage material. I’m glad I could sit around and wait for you to come to this realization. Just when I thought our chance had passed, just when I’d nearly given up on waiting for you, just when I was thisclose to becoming a single, childless cat lady…you came back for me.
I’m…so…lucky.
Thanks Vanessa.
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The Prompts:
1. Write a blog post about something you miss.
2. Throwback Thursday: Choose a photo from a previous February and write a poem or a blog post.
3. Show us a place you love to visit.
4. Tell us about a song you listened to nonstop as a teen.
5. Write a blog post inspired by the word: quit.
6. Write about a pet you named Pepper.
Patty+Sparano says
This brought me back to the few dances at my parochial school, where boys and girls were kept separated, as much as possible.
The elementary years had boys on one side of the building, girls on the other; high school was all-girls. When there was a dance, an army of nuns patrolled the gym floor, keeping watchful eyes on any couples not maintaining a safe distance from each other. Nuns always reminded girls to silently say a “Hail Mary” to help thwart any boy temptation while the music played, Dances always ended up with girls dancing with each other, while boys just lingered elsewhere in the gym. Good times, good times. Not.
Love this post, Kat.
Abby says
Oh YESSSS, the awkward middle school dances! Precursors to the wanton hormonal high school dances.
I remember the lyrics “sometimes the snow comes down in June” – yeah okay. But the song went out the window as soon as she piped the “sun went ’round the moon” plot hole.
Kim says
Hey, there! It’s been a while! I stopped blogging I think sometime last year, and even let enough time pass by that my domain expired. Such is life, I suppose. It’s good to see you’re still doing these prompts and your humor is as brilliant as ever!
My middle school dances were so bittersweet. I wasn’t that well liked, so didn’t get asked to dance all that often. And before I started going to dances (and I guess sometimes throughout middle school after I started going to dances), it was the skating rink, and couple’s skate. But I digress. Every now and again, I’ll hear songs from that era and be jolted right back to being equal amounts of nervous, hopeful, excited, and sometimes disappointed. But very thankful I didn’t actually end up with someone from middle school! Or even high school.