Prom Plight and Slight

In the aftermath of yet another break up,

The question of a prom date emerged.

Still stinging from the most recent heartache,

He considered his options.

He thought of Theresa,

The pretty but quiet brown haired girl in Algebra 2.

She had the sweet, shy smile,

And seemed to be likely without a date for that night.

He thought of the other girls who have been friendly,

But weighed his chances at yes.

He thought his best chance was Theresa,

So that he wouldn’t have to handle one more rejection.

He thought there was no way he could lose.

He felt cocky inside when he approached her,

And why not, he always had “luck with the ladies”.

She thought about his invitation for a split second,

And smiled shyly and sweetly and quietly said “no, thank you.”

He stood there for a while,

She walked away.

Clearly she meant no harm.

But she said no.

It was not what he expected,

And he was left to wonder if he had some kind of metaphorical zit on his face,

Or somehow, something, that disqualified him.

He knew he had learned a lesson, but did not know exactly what that was.

Of course, he never asked her out again.