Secondhand Sunday

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Sundays are my Secondhand day. I'm basically too lazy to think of anything new to say so I re-post a "vintage" entry.

If you aren't in the mood for repeats, please feel free to change the channel.


Original Post Date, March 27, 2009

Back in the early 90's, I worked for Jenny Craig. We inundated the market with strategically placed commercials; in the morning after the kids left for school, midmorning while Mom was doing laundry or right in the middle of Oprah. Sure as the tides, the phones would start to ring after a 60 second spot ran touting "50% off Registration if you act NOW."

Our first goal was to read through the phone script to convince them that they had to come in TODAY before they ate one more cupcake. The theory behind this sense of urgency was that each person has that one thing that makes them pick up the phone and call.

Maybe their child said "Mommy has a fat butt" or they tried putting on their jeans and couldn't zip them up. We called that their "X Factor", the thing that made them say, enough is enough.

My X Factor happened last week when I signed up for my 25 year high school reunion. I try to work out regularly and I was thinking that I looked okay until I waved to someone the other day and when I stopped waving, my arm kept going. Okay, so maybe I need a little toning.

My high school had a large graduating class of about 450 and I pretty much stayed under the radar. I wasn't a jock but I wasn't a "burn out", either. I could easily mix with both groups but never quite fit into either one. My memories kind of blend from one non-momentous event to another.

Until prom.

Prom is the pinnacle of a young girl's high school experience. That moment when she can dress up like a princess and gather with her friends, bidding adieu to her childhood, looking hopefully toward her future as a young woman.

Then there was my prom.

I wasn't dating anyone and so I agreed to go with a friend of mine since he wasn't dating anyone either. We'll call him Vince, since that was his name. He was on the football team and hung out with the jocks. He had a great body but average looks so girls weren't exactly swooning.

Vince and I had been friends all through junior high and high school and I told people that we were just going as friends. Vince's perspective was a little different as you'll see.

I went shopping with my girlfriends for my dress and after prom outfit and was really looking forward to the night. About 3 or 4 days before the big event, I ran into a friend in the bathroom.

Friend: "Oh my God, Chrissy, I just heard about what happened with Vince. I'm so sorry!"

Me: "Hmm? What do you mean? What happened with Vince?"

Friend: "Um. Nothing never mind."

Me: (blocking the doorway so my petite friend couldn't leave) "WHAT do you mean?"

It turned out that Vince really liked me and was upset that I was telling people that we were just friends. So he asked someone else to go. Someone who had a huge crush on him. Someone who was a FRESHMAN. Or maybe a sophomore. Anyway..she was younger.

He never did have the balls to tell me himself until I managed to get him on the phone and make him fess up. Everyone in the school knew what a shitty thing it was to do and so Student Council decided that they were going to pay for me and a date to go. Have you ever been 17 and tried to find a date 2 days before prom?

Needless to say, I couldn't find anyone to go so a friend volunteered his younger brother. He was very nice, even though he stepped on my dress and tore the bottom of it almost completely off while we were taking pictures before prom and he didn't speak at all the whole night. But, hey, what a trooper!

Wait, it gets better.

My date wasn't able to go to after prom. I don't think he was allowed to stay up that late or something. So my friend Lisa and her date said they would swing by and pick me up at my house after I went home to switch outfits.

I eagerly changed into my cute after prom outfit and waited.

And waited.

And waited.

I finally called Lisa's house to see where they were and her mother told me that they had left over an hour ago.

They never picked me up because Lisa's date thought I looked pretty and she was jealous.

I never spoke to Lisa or Vince again until 10 years later when I ran into Vince out one night. He looked really different and I wasn't even sure it was him.

Me: "Are you Vince? Vince...(Okay, I won't say his last name)

Vince: "Yes", a puzzled look came over his face as he tried to place who I was.

Me: "You bastard! You ruined my prom!"

He was shocked to see me and seemed really upset about what had happened all those years ago. I told him how it had hurt my feelings at the time but that I had gotten over it because we were kids and kids do selfish things.

Then I saw Lisa a few months back.

And she was fat.

It was fantastic.

Gosh, I hope she makes it to the reunion so we can catch up...


  1. My daughter broke off the prom date with a guy 2 weeks before the prom because he wanted to be more than friends.

    My sis's date didnt show to pick her up prom night. Soooo, It was my job to go exact a bit of pain but my sis wouldnt let me. I should have later but I never did. Bad brother.

    I didnt go to either of my proms. I got shot down when asking someone to the 9th grade dance and I spose it scarred me for life. LOL

  2. "You bastard! You ruined my prom!"

    Even thought i am younger than you.. I AM SO MUCH FREAKING PROUD. that little vincy had it coming.. All along the post i was hoping..
    "please dont make her cry and burst into tears and go all.. please call me vince.. please..."

    Also, i am seventeen and i am just hoping my prom doesnt involve drugs bitches and sex.. if it doesnt.. that means i had a good prom.. right? :D

    Also again.. i am your 480th follower... gimme some blog love.. or maybe a cookie? :P or.. some ketchup bottles.. i dont mind :) or or or.. james franco's number? :P *i bet you have it gorgeous lady*

    Just the facts, ma'am. Thanks!

    @Simply Suthern,
    It's so overrated!

    @Bitchzilla on the Loose,
    Thanks, chicka! I've been trying to hit 480. No, I didn't become all "please call me" until I my mid-20's.

    I'm guessing your prom will involve at least 2 out of 3 but rise above it and have fun anway.

    Unfortunately, I don't have James Franco's number but I'll see if he's into cougars and get it for you! ;-)

  4. That reunion is going to be some fun:)

  5. I had the same thing happen two days before prom. My date decided to steal my cousins husband and do meth with him all night. I took our ministers daughter instead, and had an alright time.

    PS: Ate at outback the other night and was disapointed. Wish my Chrissie was there...Actually, the steak wasn't great either.

  6. Awesome. I totally relate. During my senior year, I was living in VA and was having a long distance romance with an older guy who lived in NJ. We'd planned and schemed for him to come down for prom, but about a week before, he got arrested and I was left scrambling for a date. My date was a good friend and he was a good sport about everything, but the magic was taken out of the evening. I'm glad you gave Vince a little reminder of his jerkishness; maybe if he has a son, he'll teach him to do a little better.


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