Grown-up gal still gets crushed seeking a date

Humiliating doesn't even cover it.

I need a date. Bad. Real bad. Badder than I have ever neededa date in my life.

Except, of course, for the senior prom. When I was alsodesperately seeking a boy person to accompany me and my bubblingpersonality to a major event. And which, in order to attend (andhave the regulation is-that-all-there-is time), I was finally humbledinto being the inviter instead of the invitee. A fact that scarredboth my mother and me forever. And in truth the humiliation quotientgot even worse. Because not only did I have to ask a boy to take meto my senior prom, but the only boy who would go with me was a boyfrom the junior class.

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