The previous post about my junior year high school Prom got me thinking. (The year was 1996 in case you played along and guessed!) I'm not sure when or why exactly this custom started, but back in my day you just didn't simply 'get asked' to Prom. The Big Question always required Effort (yes, with a capital E!).
In fact, I distinctly remember a conversation with one of my friends where we resolved that we would indeed not agree to go to Prom with any boy who simply just asked. Nope. We were worth more effort than that, thank you very much. After all, everybody knows that the more he really likes you and wants to go with you, the cooler and more creative the way he'll think to ask you with, right?
And so my junior year I came home from a late shift of working at Dairy Queen to find my entire room--yes, my entire room filled with balloons. They all had a message inside of them and it was my job to pop every. single. one. of them before finally, I popped open the balloon with The Big Question in it, "Will you go to Prom with me?" The whole ordeal took over an hour. I remember because my mother has the whole thing on video.
So my question to you is...how did YOU get asked to Prom or how did your Hubby pop the Big Question to you? Was it a big, creative production? A quiet romantic setting? Did you have to pop a million balloons or was it strewn across the sky in fireworks? (Come on...it wouldn't surprise me!) Leave a comment and tell us about it!
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Actually, we were driving along and I had to pee really bad. He pulled in at the jewelry store and I ran in to their bathroom. When I came out he asked if I liked a certain set of rings. I said I thought they were pretty and he told the sales person those were the ones we wanted.
He never even asked me if I wanted to marry him. He swears he did. I think he just thought about it so much that he imagined he did.
Lame, huh?
That was 13 years ago.
this is one tradition i'm jealous of, we don't have proms in the UK...and we SHOULD!!! it is something a few schools have started talking about tho...too late for me, but my daughter will be happy if it starts!
Love that! Yep, my car was filled with toilet paper, and confetti, and a huge mess!!!
Another time, I got pulled over by the town police officer, and got asked when he wrote out the ticket!!! Scared me to death!
I never got asked any cool way...I had a boyfriend every time (not the same one every time though!), so it was kind of a given, no big production. Blah.
I did get asked one time a really cool way with fortune cookies all over my room by a boy 1 year younger than me. It was after I had already graduated, and he "un-asked" me after I told him I didn't want to date him exclusively. (I'd just sent a missionary out for heck's sake!)
Ah, the joys of youth!
Also...I've given you an award on my blog!
Well Jeff had asked me to marry him through a small treasure hunt. First there was a note outside the front door that said there are 12 reasons he loves me by my car. (at this point he has not yet told me he loved me) humm.... so i went to the car and on the ground by my car were twelve roses with twelve different reasons he loved me. and another clue telling me there was somithing soft and fuzzy waiting on a yellow car. (his car was yellow) So i go over there to his car and in a box was a create a bear in a wedding dress. (starting to get the idea) and the last clue was there is someone waiting in your room to ask you a question...hurry hurry to meet your groom....(ok....so now i am getting excited) and i went to my room and there he was waiting to tell me i was his best friend and he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me.... :) it was a very exciting treasure hunt......
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