Prom Dress Sighting
The sight of a prom dress no longer traumatizes me. Hallelujah. I am finally old enough to see prom pictures and laugh, instead of reliving every stupid move I made between the ages of 12 and 18 in a single instance.
Today I happened on AJCs Prom Photo Gallery. It’s the usual stuff:
- Stunning girls who look 25 with boys who look 12.
- Teenagers who look 40 and could be posing for a church photo.
- Girls who I’m sure Daddy did not see before leaving the house.
- Kids who have not been visited by puberty trying to look like Britney Spears.
Nature has really not been kind to high school boys. I think that now. When I was sixteen, I felt really slighted by nature for being in a school district full of underdeveloped teenage boys. I was so wrong. They all look like that. There is biological reason for women to like older men: girls receive breasts long before boys receive height, and pecks.
Of course, later in life, an alternate theory takes form, that since women live longer, they should consider younger men. I have not seen this theory work very well. Actually, my grandfather has outlived his wife, ex-wives, and three of his children. So in my mind, the longevity equation is for insurance companies.
Blah, blah, blah. Anybody need a prom dress? I think I’ll celebrate the fact that they no longer traumatize me by constructing one and selling it. This seems fun and idiotic all at once. C’est la vie. It’s legal.
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We had a spotting late Saturday. It was one couple and she was gorgeous, and naturally he looked like he was going through puberty but they looked like they were just having the best time riding around and letting loose. They even had the top down and she was just laughing. It was kinda nice to see.
I didn’t go to prom because I had a date with a man twelve years my senior. Oy.
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*laughs*
I totally read your statement about women receiving breasts before guys get height and pecks as something totally different. See, I think you probably meant pectoral muscles, whereas my brain inserted “peckers.”
Which is, you know, also kinda true, but way more perverse.
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