Back Where I Come From, Day 13

It is day 13 of the Back Where I Come From Challenge by Suzanne McClendon. This is one of those challenges that make you think, remember, and sometimes work through personal issues that we would rather stuff down far inside of us. It is interesting and sometimes cathartic.  Join us. You can easily catch up. 

Day 13: What color were the eyes of your first date?

Would you believe….I have absolutely NO idea?

My first date was as a junior in high school and it was a “group date” to the Senior class prom.

I had to sneak out of the house (not so easy to do in a borrowed prom dress) as I wasn’t “allowed” to date.

I remember all the kids that piled into Richard Alexander’s parent’s car…I can remember the color of the tuxedos and dresses…I even remember the crazy bouffant hairstyles of the girls.

But, I don’t remember who my date was or the color of his eyes.

My date was either Mark R. or David T……both of whom were people I barely knew.

I wasn’t supposed to even go to this prom as I was a junior, but one of those two had no date at all and my best friend Cynthia Nuckles talked me into going with…well, whichever one of those guys it was.

I remember dancing half the night with several people, none of whom were my “date”.

I have a rather funny suspicion I was someone’s “beard”.


9 thoughts on “Back Where I Come From, Day 13

  1. I had to look up beard and I guess this makes me naïve. I had no idea that this was a reference to an accessory associated with emphasizing a man’s masculinity.


    1. sorry..that generational gap just reared its ugly head.


    2. Me too and neither did I!!!


  2. I am trying to picture you sneaking out of the house with a prom dress on. All puffed out, hair up, heels on? Not an easy task.


    1. I dressed in the basement next to the washing machine…snuck out the basement door, scaled a chain link fence to get into the front yard and ran down the street to a waiting car. I felt like Diana Rigg in The Avengers!


      1. That sounds like a fun adventure. I couldn’t even scale a fence in blue jeans, forget it in a prom dress. 🙂


  3. I chickened out of going to the prom in the 11th grade, but went in the 12th. I didn’t really want to go to that one either. Everyone was saying that I would regret it some day if I didn’t go. Okay, so I went, but I didn’t really enjoy it. I am not a crowd or party person. I am very shy and introverted. Nobody ever said, “If you go, you’ll regret it”, but I think that is more the case for me.

    How did you not rip your dress going over the fence? I hope you had a fun time there even though you can’t remember which one you were the possible “beard” for. For once, I knew what a “generational” word meant. We hear about “beards” all the time from our youngest daughter. She has all sorts of interesting nowadays words to teach us old folks. haha

    Have a blessed day. 🙂


    1. I hiked it up past my waist….I know…no sense! lol


      1. hahaha I’ll bet that was quite a site! In for a penny, in for a pound. Sneaking out, may as well hike up the dress and all. 🙂

        Have a blessed night.


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