You can’t live with them; you can’t live without them.
Back in January, I asked a guy a year younger than me to escort me to Homecoming, where I received the title of Miss Senior. He was a very Godly guy who had served as a Key Club officer with me.
Before Homecoming, everything was relatively normal. He was a typical guy: funny, approachable. During Homecoming prep and that night, we was so hilarious, and everything he said was perfect. After Homecoming, things started to change.
By now, everything is different. He won’t look at me, won’t talk to me. Last Thursday, I saw his mom (who’s really sweet) and she suggested we take can tabs the Key Club had been collecting to the Ronald McDonald house together. He didn’t seem too happy. Earlier last week, I was speaking with him and my faculty advisor about college choices. He wouldn’t look in my direction. This morning, he saw me behind him, but he didn’t hold the door for me – which is something he knows is important to me.
In accordance with advice from my mom and one of my friends (and against the advice of another friend), I’ve decided to speak to him about it. I will do that tomorrow.
Oh, and did I mention he has a date to prom? Not me, of course. I mean, I would like him to go to prom with someone he likes, a girl from his class. Of course, that leaves me with the senior guys who wouldn’t go out with me to save their lives.
What’s a girl to do?
