A Certain Immodesty to "Modesty"

Once upon a time I asked a girl to a high school dance.  Like many teenage boys, I was shallow and selfish. I was also shy and didn't have the best self-image. I knew this girl wasn't one of the "popular" ones. She wore glasses, was slightly heavier than the ideal and considered plain-looking. I asked her because I figured she was probably available. She said yes and the next thing you know, she and I were "steadies".

We dated regularly for most of a year. Then one day my best friend asked me to double-date to a dance at his school. (My best friend is now known as "Retired in Delaware" in the Blogospere.) But his school had a rule that you could only bring a guest from another school of the opposite sex. "No problem," my friend said. "I'll take your date in as mine, and my date will take you in as her guest."

But when we went to pick up my friends date, she seemed under the impression she was my date. She took my arm as we left, jumped into the seat next to me in the car and she didn't switch over to my friend once at the dance.

This might not have been a big problem except this shallow teenage boy I was really liked this girl. She was pretty, a dark brunette. I spend the evening fawning over her and neglecting my "real" date.

It was not a pleasant ride home after I dropped my friend and this new girl off, but it was a long one.

My "steady" status no longer applied.  I did date that new girl for awhile, but my old girl ceased to even talk to me.

And then at the ten year high school reunion of my class I walked into the bar to get drinks for my wife and self and there was this beautiful, sexy blond sitting on a bar stool...well, read "Modesty" and you will know the rest of the story.