There was one young lady that just blew my mind. In contrast to the prom dresses the other girls were wearing, she had on a white ‘nurse’s uniform’, one that plunged in a deep V in front, and only extended an inch or two past her crotch. Combined with the lacy white stockings that only came up to midthigh, she presented quite a picture.
Okay, she looked like a porn star.
But someone should have told her that you can’t go halfway on an outfit like that. She sat down at her table, and immediately started smoothing her skirt, tugging it down, pulling the hem down, and smoothing it again, over and over. It was obvious why she was doing so: Once she sat down in that outfit, half the restaurant would see everything she had if she didn’t. But in her compulsive tugging, she ended up looking completely schizophrenic. Why put that dress on in the first place if you care what people see? If you’re going to pull off a dress like that, you really need to just embrace your inner tramp.
It seemed to me that all the girls, and not just the budding porn star, thought that being sexy had to do with the clothes they wore, the makeup they had on, and the jewelry they put on. They just weren’t old enough to have learned that sexy doesn’t start at your clothes and go in, sexy starts between your ears and works its way out.
And just a side note to the young woman at the table next to ours: It was, like, really fun to, like, listen to you, like, talk to your friends. But I, like, hope that when you go to, like, college, you pick a major that, like, doesn’t involve public speaking.
Prom? In October? Jeez, you Oregonians do things weird.
And as the father of a three-year-old daughter I hope they move the Videogame ratings over to outfits like that: “Must be over 18 to wear” and the boutiques get “fashion narcs” trying to buy them without ID like they do for the convenience stores with cigarettes and beer.
Homecoming, maybe? I don’t know. They weren’t coat and tie formal, but there were far too many of them for it to be anything but an official school function.
Can you imagine trying to get a table for 12 at Red Robin? With a straight face? Jeebus.
Yeah, we saw the same thing in Seattle at this expensive Italian restaurant. The skanks were all dressed up for homecoming. If you think it is bad trying to get a table for 12 at Red Robin, try getting three tables for 14 (each) at Il Fornaios.
Like, this was, you know, an interesting, like, story…
God, i hate people who talk like that.
On the other hand, my grammar isn’t exactly perfect. Earlier today, I was talking to a friend of mine, and we were almost whispering because there was a girl asleep on the couch next to us. At least, I thought she was asleep.
All of a sudden, her eyes snap open and she yells at me “Use the subjunctive!”
Gee, sorry! Some people are pretty touchy about grammar…
I’m still at that age where I have recollections of what I thought and did to impress boys in High School. I hope I forget them soon. Sometimes my memories make me blush.
I wore a very nice, wholesome dress to prom, though.