Last week (Oct. 7-11) was Homecoming week, and Saturday was the dance. Some weeks ago, I got up the courage to ask the guy I like to the dance, and he accepted.
Last night (as I'm typing this. I really mean Saturday.) was the most magical night of my life. My date (not sure what to call him since I don't want to use his real name on here) and I met up at my house for pictures, then went out to dinner, then hung out at his house for a bit since Mom made us early reservations, then went to the dance.
We slow danced a couple times(amazing), danced crazily for a little bit(I finally know someone who likes to dance like me - awesome!), and sat in the cafeteria away from the noise for most of it, since it was really loud and crowded in the gym.
After the dance, Mom picked us up and dropped him off at his house...
(This is where the best part starts!!)
I walked him up to the door, and on the way I asked if I was his girlfriend. He said yes, then put his arm around me. And once we got to the door, we hugged.
I got a boyfriend!!! Yay!!! ETERNAL GLEE!!!!!
About half an hour ago, I texted him to ask if he wanted to hang out tomorrow, but it turns out he already had plans to hang out with one of his friends, and I can respect that.
Even if said friend is Marcus Antonius Estupidus, as I call him. Cause I think the kid is an idiot. But still...
With eternal glee(and a boyfriend!!!),