Good Morning! After a rude awakening from my siblings I’m up. I feel like I want more sleep, but dad says that if you sleep past 9 you sleep the day away. I started this at about 9, computer died so I restarted at 10. And here is the story of prom night with Jason Smittenaar…
First, I’ll start at the very beginning. I woke up and didn’t really want to go to school so I asked my dad to pick me up early. Normally I would stay for the whole day, but they were going to pick me up before my favorite class which was at the end of the day, German, so I thought it wasn’t worth it. Instead of10:30 like they were originally planning, I asked to be picked up at 8 so I could get out of Geometry and completely miss gym. They were going to pick me up before biology so I didn’t really care about that. I wasn’t able to be picked up till after geometry where we were supposed to be doing a review that we weren’t able to because seniors needed to go take their senior exams. So I ended up taking the period to finish a present for one of my freshman friends. Dad picked me up around 9 and we went home to work on the review at home. I think I got more out of it at home.
Around 12 o’clock, my parents took me out to the DMV office to test for my permit. It was closed. It won’t be open till tomorrow. Since that plan fell through, they asked what I wanted to do out here. There was a PetSmart close by. And in this PetSmart there are cats. So we went to PetSmart and THEY HAD ITTY BITTY KITTENS!!! *clears throat* Anyways, we visited the cats, I cried since I missed Spiritheart, we signed Ava up for classes, and we headed home listening to the same thing we had listened to driving up: The Chronicles of Narnia; The Magicians Nephew Audio Book.
We got home around 2 though I didn’t start getting ready for prom till closer to2:45. I thought it was going to be a quick thing, maybe 30 minutes. NO!!! I got out of the shower and waited for Claire to come over because she wanted to help me with my makeup. She finally came around 3:20, I had a long shower, and the chaos began. It started off simple as Claire and Jade put my foundation on. Then mom came in and started doing my hair. Then I mentioned I thought it might be nice if I had my nails painted so Jade began to prepare them. Claire in the meantime was trying and failing at putting on my eyeliner. We ended up scrubbing it off and reapplying the foundation where needed and let mom do the eye liner. By this point Dad had come in and was screwing little twist in pins into my hair. Now Jade and Claire were happily finding eye shadow while mom was putting lip liner, balm, lipstick, then two glosses on my lips. I had not quite gotten a chance to brush my teeth yet… so once I was done (and uncomfortably had an audience) the lipstick was reapplied. I was finally able to go get my glove, heels, and remaining jewelry on. Dad had slipped my earning on while finishing touches were being done to my face. As I was stuffing my purse with a few things, mom sprayed me with perfume. At least her perfume smells nice. Then it was to the front porch where I had about 15 pictures taken.
After figuring out how to get into the car carefully, we were off. We arrived in Towson 45 minutes before our 6 o’clock dinner reservations. Dad decided to take me out to a park and take pictures. I found two problems with this… 1. It was COLD and WINDY 2. The ground was wet and I was in HEELS. After a few pictures on the path, he led me up a grassy hill and told me to spin. I nearly fell because my heels kept sinking… I so much prefer tennis shoes… After about 10 pictures were taken, we went to Café Troia where our dinner reservations were. There we popped in disk three and listened to chapter nine. 5:55 finally came so we paused the CD at track two, aka chapter 10, and walked in just as Jason was making a call to let the restaurant know that they would be about 30 minutes late. We were taken to our reservation seats and we waited. I don’t know what was more nerve wrecking… waiting for him to show up or him finally showing up!
He came around 6:30 and I went over to our table holding my glass of water. I had been seated at the four parents table while waiting. And that was when the first act of chivalry happened that night from Jason… He pulled out my chair for me to sit in. We were so nervous and awkward at first. Neither knew what to do so I tried to start some conversation. If you know me, you know I love to talk and that’s just what I did. We ordered the same thing out of curiosity; Vitella Saltinbocca which was veal or deer, same thing. It was a little strange to taste but I liked it quickly. We talked some more over the meal and it became less awkward. By desert we were a lot more comfortable around each other. Comfortable enough we shared a chocolaty dessert. I still stand on not a fan of chocolate, but he enjoyed it. I enjoyed my half of the strawberry more than the chocolate cake thing.
And so, after a three more pictures, it was off to prom 4 minutes late. Jason opened the doors for me and as we stood waiting for valet to pull up the car, Jason took off his coat and set it on my shoulders. I felt warm happy butterflies in my stomach as he did so! But I’m glad he did… it was cold… He opened the car door and I crawled in. It only felt like I crawled in because the car was much smaller than our GMC Yucon XL. I didn’t stay awake much longer after. I drifted in and out of consciousness for the ride. We pulled up at a house and Jason ran inside real quick and when he came out he was holding a pretty little corsage. It has two white daises on it with their middles dyed black and their leaves dyed black on a white bracelet. Then it was off to prom. We got there around 9:30 and honestly… I’m glad we did…
We pulled up and he opened the doors again. As we walked up to the check in, a few people took double takes of us. I’m not going to lie, I liked it. As we walked into the ballroom and looked around, it was awkward. There was a mass of people in the middle of the dance floor grinding and twerking (imagine a girl trying to hump a boy like a dog, but with her butt instead…). Half the dresses looked like stripper’s clothes or some item to catch ones sexual attention… I felt so covered up… and grateful for it. The songs weren’t even songs. It was a beat with random words… the first song repeated the word ‘nigger’ over and over and over and over… it was… discomforting. We found his friends and for the rest of the night we just kind of walked around. I liked it when he offered his arm. When I held it, it gave a sort of comfort I relished. Then the songs… they weren’t songs… they sucked. When a slow song came on finally, I noticed it seemed to be an excuse for most couples to kiss. They were just standing, taking up space and kissing. Jason and I ended up dancing on the carpet. After a few near spills, I took off those blasted heels. The carpet felt nice to my bare feet, his hand on my waist was nice, and as he held my gloved hand in his hand I smiled. I knew I could feel safe around him and be safe and modest.
There were three slow songs in a row so we had time to experiment around with dancing positions. We settled on this one where my hand was on his shoulder with my palm against his shoulder, his hand was just below my shoulder blade, and our arms were draped around each other. I made him laugh when I said “And we still have a Book of Mormon in between us.” We danced like that for the song and a half. He spun me around and around. I loved it. My favorite one was when he threw me out and extended me then twirled me into his arms. It made me feel safe and happy for that split second I was in his embrace. And so the night continued with us sitting and talking or him leading me around with my arm wrapped around his bicep. I loved it. I thought that letting him pull out my chair or open the door would make it feel like I was dependent. Instead it gave me a whole new feeling of freedom. And happy warm butterflies. We were one of two couples on the dance floor at the last song and the only one actually dancing. A group of adults were watching us with smiles, I liked it.
First, I’ll start at the very beginning. I woke up and didn’t really want to go to school so I asked my dad to pick me up early. Normally I would stay for the whole day, but they were going to pick me up before my favorite class which was at the end of the day, German, so I thought it wasn’t worth it. Instead of10:30 like they were originally planning, I asked to be picked up at 8 so I could get out of Geometry and completely miss gym. They were going to pick me up before biology so I didn’t really care about that. I wasn’t able to be picked up till after geometry where we were supposed to be doing a review that we weren’t able to because seniors needed to go take their senior exams. So I ended up taking the period to finish a present for one of my freshman friends. Dad picked me up around 9 and we went home to work on the review at home. I think I got more out of it at home.
Around 12 o’clock, my parents took me out to the DMV office to test for my permit. It was closed. It won’t be open till tomorrow. Since that plan fell through, they asked what I wanted to do out here. There was a PetSmart close by. And in this PetSmart there are cats. So we went to PetSmart and THEY HAD ITTY BITTY KITTENS!!! *clears throat* Anyways, we visited the cats, I cried since I missed Spiritheart, we signed Ava up for classes, and we headed home listening to the same thing we had listened to driving up: The Chronicles of Narnia; The Magicians Nephew Audio Book.
We got home around 2 though I didn’t start getting ready for prom till closer to2:45. I thought it was going to be a quick thing, maybe 30 minutes. NO!!! I got out of the shower and waited for Claire to come over because she wanted to help me with my makeup. She finally came around 3:20, I had a long shower, and the chaos began. It started off simple as Claire and Jade put my foundation on. Then mom came in and started doing my hair. Then I mentioned I thought it might be nice if I had my nails painted so Jade began to prepare them. Claire in the meantime was trying and failing at putting on my eyeliner. We ended up scrubbing it off and reapplying the foundation where needed and let mom do the eye liner. By this point Dad had come in and was screwing little twist in pins into my hair. Now Jade and Claire were happily finding eye shadow while mom was putting lip liner, balm, lipstick, then two glosses on my lips. I had not quite gotten a chance to brush my teeth yet… so once I was done (and uncomfortably had an audience) the lipstick was reapplied. I was finally able to go get my glove, heels, and remaining jewelry on. Dad had slipped my earning on while finishing touches were being done to my face. As I was stuffing my purse with a few things, mom sprayed me with perfume. At least her perfume smells nice. Then it was to the front porch where I had about 15 pictures taken.
After figuring out how to get into the car carefully, we were off. We arrived in Towson 45 minutes before our 6 o’clock dinner reservations. Dad decided to take me out to a park and take pictures. I found two problems with this… 1. It was COLD and WINDY 2. The ground was wet and I was in HEELS. After a few pictures on the path, he led me up a grassy hill and told me to spin. I nearly fell because my heels kept sinking… I so much prefer tennis shoes… After about 10 pictures were taken, we went to Café Troia where our dinner reservations were. There we popped in disk three and listened to chapter nine. 5:55 finally came so we paused the CD at track two, aka chapter 10, and walked in just as Jason was making a call to let the restaurant know that they would be about 30 minutes late. We were taken to our reservation seats and we waited. I don’t know what was more nerve wrecking… waiting for him to show up or him finally showing up!
He came around 6:30 and I went over to our table holding my glass of water. I had been seated at the four parents table while waiting. And that was when the first act of chivalry happened that night from Jason… He pulled out my chair for me to sit in. We were so nervous and awkward at first. Neither knew what to do so I tried to start some conversation. If you know me, you know I love to talk and that’s just what I did. We ordered the same thing out of curiosity; Vitella Saltinbocca which was veal or deer, same thing. It was a little strange to taste but I liked it quickly. We talked some more over the meal and it became less awkward. By desert we were a lot more comfortable around each other. Comfortable enough we shared a chocolaty dessert. I still stand on not a fan of chocolate, but he enjoyed it. I enjoyed my half of the strawberry more than the chocolate cake thing.
And so, after a three more pictures, it was off to prom 4 minutes late. Jason opened the doors for me and as we stood waiting for valet to pull up the car, Jason took off his coat and set it on my shoulders. I felt warm happy butterflies in my stomach as he did so! But I’m glad he did… it was cold… He opened the car door and I crawled in. It only felt like I crawled in because the car was much smaller than our GMC Yucon XL. I didn’t stay awake much longer after. I drifted in and out of consciousness for the ride. We pulled up at a house and Jason ran inside real quick and when he came out he was holding a pretty little corsage. It has two white daises on it with their middles dyed black and their leaves dyed black on a white bracelet. Then it was off to prom. We got there around 9:30 and honestly… I’m glad we did…
We pulled up and he opened the doors again. As we walked up to the check in, a few people took double takes of us. I’m not going to lie, I liked it. As we walked into the ballroom and looked around, it was awkward. There was a mass of people in the middle of the dance floor grinding and twerking (imagine a girl trying to hump a boy like a dog, but with her butt instead…). Half the dresses looked like stripper’s clothes or some item to catch ones sexual attention… I felt so covered up… and grateful for it. The songs weren’t even songs. It was a beat with random words… the first song repeated the word ‘nigger’ over and over and over and over… it was… discomforting. We found his friends and for the rest of the night we just kind of walked around. I liked it when he offered his arm. When I held it, it gave a sort of comfort I relished. Then the songs… they weren’t songs… they sucked. When a slow song came on finally, I noticed it seemed to be an excuse for most couples to kiss. They were just standing, taking up space and kissing. Jason and I ended up dancing on the carpet. After a few near spills, I took off those blasted heels. The carpet felt nice to my bare feet, his hand on my waist was nice, and as he held my gloved hand in his hand I smiled. I knew I could feel safe around him and be safe and modest.
There were three slow songs in a row so we had time to experiment around with dancing positions. We settled on this one where my hand was on his shoulder with my palm against his shoulder, his hand was just below my shoulder blade, and our arms were draped around each other. I made him laugh when I said “And we still have a Book of Mormon in between us.” We danced like that for the song and a half. He spun me around and around. I loved it. My favorite one was when he threw me out and extended me then twirled me into his arms. It made me feel safe and happy for that split second I was in his embrace. And so the night continued with us sitting and talking or him leading me around with my arm wrapped around his bicep. I loved it. I thought that letting him pull out my chair or open the door would make it feel like I was dependent. Instead it gave me a whole new feeling of freedom. And happy warm butterflies. We were one of two couples on the dance floor at the last song and the only one actually dancing. A group of adults were watching us with smiles, I liked it.
Okay, so one thing I noticed that changed was his dancing. The first time I met him he was kind of… stiff and jerked around a bit. When he spun me, it was a little too hard. Last night though, he seemed to flow across the floor and his turns and spins were gentler by far. They almost made me feel like I could float. One thing I will admit, I really like him. I love the way he smiles and his eyes light up with a warm intelligent light. I love how he is so kind, even in telling me I snored in the care… Jason turned my face red when he said it was kind of cute… and when I told him that my dad is jokingly trying to figure out how to turn me into a doll and he said that he claims it. (Dad want to keep me on the trophy shelf and Claire wants to give me a little doll house.) But I had my share of making him blush and laugh as well.
On the drive home, we sat in the car just talking and talking and talking… Then I took his hand… It felt right. We both blushed and through the conversation we messed around with different ways to hold hands. We settled on him holding my hand as it was curled up loosely. I know I drifted off to sleep mid-sentence at one point for who knows how long. I was happy, I felt safe, and I had fun.
We met up with my parents and I said goodbye with a hug. It was a little longer than normal but he was warm and I still love the feel of his arms around me. Though a corsage was not the only gift he gave me last night. How many of you know I love hats? Well I do. I have a small collection of them. Jason gave me his hat because he knew that I like hats so much. He gave me the fedora he was wearing when we first met. That made me happy once me. On the way home, mom and dad asked me about prom. I got home, showered again, and went to bed with a happy smile and warm fuzzy feeling. I’m glad I made Jason’s senior prom worth it.
We met up with my parents and I said goodbye with a hug. It was a little longer than normal but he was warm and I still love the feel of his arms around me. Though a corsage was not the only gift he gave me last night. How many of you know I love hats? Well I do. I have a small collection of them. Jason gave me his hat because he knew that I like hats so much. He gave me the fedora he was wearing when we first met. That made me happy once me. On the way home, mom and dad asked me about prom. I got home, showered again, and went to bed with a happy smile and warm fuzzy feeling. I’m glad I made Jason’s senior prom worth it.
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