One of the most important events of high school high society is the junior prom. In spite of my disgust for the pre-dance pairing off ritual, I feel a responsibility to grace all major social affairs. And, following the antiquated conventions of high school prom etiquette, I knew I had to ask a girl when it came time for my own junior prom. I chose Virginia Gater. Our main connection: She came alphabetically just before me in my class, and so she sat directly in front of me in homeroom.
Now I know what you're thinking--the o.g. sensitive boy with a girl? Let me assure you, this was the first and last time I ever asked a girl out. One attempt at the heterosexual mating dance was scary enough for me.
I decided to take a sweet approach; after all, sweetness is the sensitive boy's domain. In a bold maneuver few straight men would ever attempt or think to attempt, I placed a single pink rose and a short but charming note on her locker before school.
