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September 22, 2008 |
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At Least He's Talking to You
FOUND by Sean Apple
in Seattle, Washington
I found these in an alley in the University District. I hope that finding them torn out in an alley means that the author has moved on from this chapter of her life.
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We collect FOUND stuff: love letters, birthday cards, kids' homework,
to-do lists, ticket stubs, poetry on napkins, telephone bills, doodles -
anything that gives a glimpse into someone
else's life. Anything goes...
I dunno, the whole "basket then ask, then ask about Prom" thing smells too obviously like a setup. He will know he's being bribed, and you will come off as very needy.
Besides, I thought guys were the ones who did the inviting to Prom. When did it turn into Ladies' Choice Night?
Mind my Prom was a loong time ago, maybe things have changed since then. I went with a handsome guy who couldn't dance and turned out to have little interest in the whole thing. Here I thought he was "deep" because he was quiet--he just had Nothing to say!
Sound advice.
Always good to have a fall-back plan, I suppose.
This could be a "memo to self" but I suspect it's a note to a friend.
Also, it was obviously written by a girl because a guy would include a backup plan of watching TV.
I imagine this was thrown away because it was the rough draft. The final version was in an easy to follow flowchart form.
As much as it does sound like a set-up, it is great advice.
However, I'm with Baby Basil because back in our day of the 'Prom', the guys would ask the gals.
Do people really write out plans like this in order to remember all the spontaneous stuff they want to say and do if he does/says that? Planned spontaneity ... the safest kind!
UMMM...
I don't know any straight guys into easter baskets. Good luck with that prom thing.
He's not talking to you. He's eating chocolate bunnies and marshmallow peeps.
Guess she didn't put all her eggs in one basket.
Dating becomes much easier once you learn to stop over-thinking every action and reaction. And to be grateful for another person simply for taking the time to talk to you? --Not even worth it, honey.
Ah, the things one learns in high school!
Nothing screams desparate like an unexpected Easter basket from someone that isn't even a friend yet. Just give him a Cadbury creme egg and skip the prom thing this year - unless he brings it up.
Girls ask guys to prom when they go to different schools. When I was in high school, my girlfriend was a class ahead of me at a different school, so when she was a senior, she invited me to be her date for prom. (Unfortunaely, she still expected me to pay for everything except the prom tickets themselves.)
What would we do without our girlfriends? How did any of us women make it into adulthood without their sound advice?
Is it just me, or is this a advice to a mum with a teenage kid? Ask the kid to help around the house like hangout the washing (from the basket) and then find something to talk about - like the Prom? No?
If I had taken all the money I wasted on proms and put it in an interest bearing account - I would be a wealthy man.
Sounds to me like the recipient of the advice wants to ask her ex-boyfriend to prom, but isn't sure "where they stand."
"Interact as friends" ... as an entry point to a more serious relationship, this could prophecy the way one of them will eventually transition OUT of the relationship: "let's just be friends"
The other side of this diary entry said:
Day after Easter = April 24
Don't forget to flog self, repeatedly, and remember: it could be worse. But try to keep the marks low on back just in case he asks you and you get to wear the awesome strapless dress to prom!
Affirmations:
I will give him the Easter basket. I will ask him to hang out or do something (with ME!).
I will give him more time if he doesn't want to hang out or do something, and I will be happy about this. We will interact as friends, it will 'make my day.'
When we are hanging out or doing something, I will ask him about the prom and I will see if he wants to go with me.
I will be okay if he doesn't want to go to the prom with me (which won't happen because I already affirmed that he WILL!) because at least he is talking with you ... no, wait a minute, I want him to be talking with ME! I will be okay - blah, blah, blah - because he is talking with ME.
I will be delighted. I will be delightful. I will delight.
I didn't go to prom, I thought it was too expensive. Dammit, Dad!! Why did you have to go and teach me the value of a dollar?!!
I think now, I might like to have some memories of doing average and normal teenager-y activities.
Like what, Terrie? Getting drunk and losing your virginity in dress-up clothes?
The funny thing is that I do little notes exactly like that to remember everything that I want to say or do with somebody.
They look a little pathetic, don't they? :(
Just f.y.i., Easter fell (or will fall) on 23 April in the years 1905, 1916, 2000, and not again until 2079.
First think of what you want to write as a comment on this Find and then type your name in the name box. Then hit the tab key and type your pretend location. Tab again. Type your email.
Ok, then start typing about how you think it's mind-blowing that someone would be either so (a) organized that they'd create a flow-chart for their actions, or (b) disorganized that they'd need one.
Then realize that you can't think if your mind has blown.
Say "Oh well" and smile prettily.
And whatever happens, hell or high water, be okay with it.
@ Night in gale: What's so wrong with that? I've said it here before and now I guess I'll say it again: There's something magical about all that buzzed fumbling in the back seat of dad's Buick... And if a month later a ripped chiffon sash or ruffle should be discovered crammed under the front seat, then all the better was the experience.
Imagine how magical finding the ripped chiffon ruffle in the easter basket would be.
Well, Nightingale...I had already quit drinking by then and had I lost my virginity that night, it would have probably been an improvement over the time and place where that event actually took place. So, I'm going to have to say, possibly, yes.
I think this is a letter from a biological mom to a step dad that is trying to mend or begin a hairy relationship w/ a closed-off teenage son.
FYI Librarian,
the 23rd is questionable.
eeewwww! A Cadbury cream is the worst thing to give someone you are trying to impress.
Makes me gag just thinking about it.
Have to agree with Sammy...Yuck!!! Those Cadbury eggs are awful
@ Punctuation noticer ... yeah, I noticed that too. Anyway, I'm pretty sure Easter was on a Sunday that year.
Yea, I would say that this is definitely a note to self/game plan sort of note. My high school journal is filled with strategies like this, mostly to use on my then crush and current gay friend Zach. Ha ha. I always had several options, just in case.
Had no back up prepared for the gay thing, though ...rookie mistake, rookie mistake.
Hmm, to Librarian:
Easter was on April 23rd in 2006.
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Whaaat? Usually they ask you what 2 times 3 is.
I didn't go to my prom. I still don't regret it. Wasting hundreds of dollars to be one of the sheep still doesn't appeal to me.
I also find the things that people have to go through just to see if someone likes them to be absurd. Wouldn't it just be easier if she said, "Hey, I think you're swell, would you go to prom with me?" Quit beating around the bush and get to it.