“In the fall of ’85, when I was a junior in high school, a new, slick student asked me to go to Homecoming. I was smitten and immediately said yes. After my mother bought me a rather expensive (and fluffy) dress, the slick boy of my dreams asked someone else and dumped me. I was embarrassed and heartbroken. A few days later one of the nicest and most popular seniors in the entire school asked me to go to homecoming in the hall. While it was painfully obvious that he had been roped into it by a parent or my bigger brother, I agreed to his self-sacrifice. We ended up double-dating with one of the girls in my class and her senior boyfriend, and I had a wonderful time. He even kissed me good night, in that polite, “you weren’t a bad pity day” sort of way that good guys do.
John, wherever you are, you were my red-headed knight in shining armor. And sunglasses. So no one knew it was you who was with me. I bet you turned out wonderfully.”
(submitted by Daphne)
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They just violated the first rule of sweater club.
(submitted by Emily)
Everyone deserves a moment in the potlight.
(submitted by Bridget)
“My mom and I were taking pictures after running Atlanta’s annual Peachtree 10k. We didn’t realize the dog had decided to insert herself into the picture in her own special way until after publishing the photo on Facebook. Our friends and family were kind of enough to rapidly point this out to us but it remains on the site to this day.”
(submitted by Lauren)
Friends accused him of being a poser.
(submitted by Jeremy)
She always looked forward to spending time with Grandma.
(submitted by Amber)
She didn’t want to take sides.
You don’t know the half of him.
(submitted by Jim)
Proof that you can have your cake and eat it too.
(submitted by Anthony)