To Mia & Sofia to Read When You Attend Your Senior Prom

It’s a magical time in your life when you get asked to your senior prom.  I think every girl starts fantasizing about her senior prom as soon as she hits high school.  You think about the dress, your hair, make-up, the limo, the dance, the guy.  You want it to be like the proms you see in movies and Seventeen magazine.  You want to make memories tht you’ll live to tell your kids about.

I want you both to know that you are both special girls and any guy that has the honor of taking you to prom needs to be advised that your father will be waiting, with heavy artillery, if you are not returned in the conditiion you left in.

My senior prom was interesting.  I ended up taking the guy I was dating at the time.  He was alright…a typical jock.  I wore a pink gown with lace gloves and matching heels and corsage.  I wore my hair down but teased it about an inch high.  My date wore a white tux wiht a pink cumberbund with his hair gelled back.  (Geez, it’s starting to sound like the making of a bad 80’s teen movie).

I didn’t go in a limo.  He picked me up in his mom’s freshly washed Nissan Maxima and took me straight to prom.  We didn’t go to a nice restaurant like the rest of my friends did, he said we’d get something afterward.  (Here’s where it get’s interesting…)  We stayed until the end of prom and he took me to Subway for a footlong sub.  (No, I am not making this up)  then he mentions that he got a room at a local motel. 

There I sat at a gross Subway shop in my pink prom dress with matching heels and lace gloves pondering my decision on why I took this guy to my last dance as a senior.  I sat in front of my footlong seafood and crab with a blank stare.  Is this how my senior prom date is going to end?  At a dirty sub shop in San Diego at midnight?  WTF?  He seriously thought that I was going to give it up after going to prom (which we didn’t even dance at) and dining at Subway!

It wasn’t my idea of how I wanted to finish the night.  I always envisioned going to a prom after party with all my friends and hanging out ’til the wee hours of the morning toasting to our impending college life.  I wanted it to be like the ending in the movie Footloose, when Kevin Bacon and the rest of the high schoolers dance the night away under all the glittery confetti raining down.

Unfortunately, it didn’t end that way.  I had him take me right home after the fine dining experience at Subway.

Is there a point to this story?

Yes, there is.

I want you both to enjoy your prom.  I want you to have the time of your lives surrounded by all your good friends.  I want you to have your dream dress and spectacular limo.  I want you to take tons of pictures to capture the magic of the night.  I want you to go to prom with someone who respects you and wants to be a part of giving you the time of your life.

(I don’t want you to give it up to some guy who buys you a sandwich and thinks he can have his way with you.)

But most of all …respect yourself.

You’re my girls and the most precious things in my life.  You deserve the best and no man will ever good enough for you in my eyes.  So find someone worthy of your time and affection.

Becasue…You both deserve the glittery confetti…