NetNews Usenet Archive 1992 #31/NN_1992_31.iso/spool/alt/romance/15508

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From: [e-mail] (Neal Miller)
Subject: Re: best friend gets my "dream girl"
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Date: Fri, 25 Dec 1992 06:35:45 GMT
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In article <[e-mail]>, [e-mail] (peter) writes...

>>Recently i've met a girl, not just any ordinary girl, we're talking about
>>the girl of my dream.  She's everything that i've ever wanted in a woman.
>>So we meet and talk and she ends up being my best friend's girl.

>Whoever answers the above, try this one on for size, too...

>I met a girl who fits the above description perfectly, and I tried my
>best (although I'm admittedly inexperienced in such things) to get her
>to go out with me or whatever...

    The two above stories remind me of my senior prom four years back.
The story behind this sounds farfetched, but I assure you that it is all
true.  I'll have to abbreviate the names a bit though.  I'd had a minor
crush on a girl, K, whom I'd known since seventh grade.  She was always in
my homeroom, and she was a good friend of mine.  I found out that she was a
lesbian around 10th grade or so.  I was shocked for about five minutes, then
it dawned on me that *she* hadn't changed... She was always like that, and
was a good friend of mine, so it didn't matter.  Actually, my finding out that
K was a lesbian made our friendship a little easier on me, because now I knew
there was *NO* chance of me ever going out with her, and I could stop being
careful of every word I said.

    Well, I decided that I'd ask her to the prom.  After all, I had no
steady girlfriend at the time, and K was a very nice person.  Unfortunately,
the day before I was going to ask her another friend of mine, G, approached me.
He told me, happy as a clam, that he'd just asked K to the prom, and she'd
accepted.  Minor problem.  There's no way I could be upset with him for this,
after all, I had no claims on K, nor did G know I was planning to ask.
Besides, there was plenty of time for me to find and ask someone else.  Within
a week, I'd asked another nice girl (L) who brought new meaning to the term
"effervescant" to join me to the prom, and she accepted.

    Anyway here's the problem:  K was going out with C.  C was another
girl of course, who was both possessive and more than a bit on the clinically
psychotic side.  She didn't take to kindly to the idea of G taking K to the
prom, whether they were "just friends" or not.  For about two weeks, K was
alternating between "I don't give a fuck what C says" to "I can't go with you
to the prom", every few days.  As a friend, I talked to K, and told her that
since she accepted, she really owed it to G to go with him, and reminded her
that she'd feel awful for quite a while if she backed out at the last minute
because of C's pressuring.  This came to a climax when I got word that C was
coming the high school to "talk" to G (C didn't go to our school), and C was
carrying a knife (plus C had limited training in martial arts).  G, needless
to say, was a nervous wreck by this time.  I repeat... I'm not making any of
this up.

    G is a very nice guy, but with all respect he's about as capable of
defending himself as an avocado is capable of shooting pool.  G knew that
while I detest fighting, I had a black belt, and shared several high school
classes with him.  C also knew that I had a black belt, and we were sort of
counting on that.  So I tailed him in the hallway for a few days, and more
that once, I saw C walking away from me shoving something in her pant leg.  I
kept G on his toes, and me amused with the occasional false alarm, but the
week went by without incident.

    As the prom date drew nearer, G came up to me, and explained that the
good news is that C finally "approved" of K's going to the prom.  The bad news
was that C was going along too.  I grinned and told him that I envied him...
After all, he got TWO dates for the prom, while I only had one.  After
swinging at me, we decided that there was really nothing we could do at this
point.

    Well, the plan for the prom involved eight of us (four couples) riding
to Ithaca (about an hour away) in my parent's mini-van, and one of the couples
volunteered to drive their own car, because the mini-van's only made to hold
six or seven.  I told K that I was more than willing to drive her and G, but
not C.  K talked to C, and it was decided that C and K would drive in a
seperate car.  G would ride in the minivan with the rest of us.

    While we were picking up another one of the couples for the mini-van,
I saw C grab K, pull her into their car, and drive away, leaving the rest of
us just standing there including G in his tux.  He lucked out in a major way,
because another girl (R) who'd been a friend of mine until she graduated two
years earlier was visiting a friend in that neighborhood, and G, figuring that
nothing else could go wrong, asked R to the prom there and then.  She looked
at me, and told me that if I drove her to her house, and gave her twenty
minutes to put on her dress and all, she'd go.  G was ecstatic.  R went to the
dinner, and the prom with G on twenty minutes notice.  We all had a great time,
and we didn't see much of either K or C for the whole night.  Plus G and R
got off pretty well, and were seeing each other for some time after the prom.

    I guess you could say that we all lived happily ever after.  I don't
see much of L, my own prom date, anymore, but when I do, we get along fine.
G is about to graduate from a school on the east coast, doing some bartending
on the side.  R is trying to get a job on an english degree, which is no easy
task.  K is still living at home, but should be graduating from a local
university this May.  I haven't any idea nor concern as to where C is today,
other than knowing that she's not seeing K anymore.  I'm now seeing a
wonderful girl who wasn't in this narrative, and maintaining a long-distance,
yet extremely satisfying relationship with her.  This entirely true story
won me $6 in my freshman year of college during a semi-sober "true prom-night
story" contest.

    As to anyone whose failed to find a member of the opposite sex (or
same sex, depending on your tastes) who feels as strongly about you as you
do about him/her, remember:  There's no time limit.  No rule says that "You
must know love by the age of X".  Be patient, and keep trying.  If it pays
of for you half as well as it payed off for me, you'll be in fine shape.


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