It was as if everything I believed in turned to total shit all because of a bunch of verbs and nouns slithering in and out of the ends of my ears. I felt the uneasiness chilling down my spine as the words hit me like a ton of frozen stalagmites. It all started when I went to Mormon Prom. Weird sounding, right? For starters, I’m not Mormon, my best friend is, and I decided to go along with him because these gatherings are an incredible amount of fun and bring a smile to my heart.
I asked my girlfriend if she wanted to go and she said no. So I asked her best friend and she said yes since her boyfriend say no as well. Going with my girlfriend’s best friend was not weird or anything since she was extremely close to both of us so it was completely platonic. To be honest, I was not exactly happy because like any other guy, they’d want to take their girlfriend to
something they love and not their best home girl. I asked her what she would be doing instead and responded that she would be going to see one of her friends in Smyrna, Georgia. Well, that’s cool, I suppose. At least it is better than just laying around the house like a lifeless rag doll.It was the night of Mormon Prom, the air was too humid and my tux was sticking to my skin, plus I forgot to wear an undershirt so I was sweating buckets of enormous pit stain; I was drenched. Picking up my date was awkward because she and her dad were a bit tumultuous at the moment so he stared me down as we departed her house. I had to double time to my friend’s house because we were taking one car to the Georgia Tech Ballroom. At this point, things started looking up even though we were late, got lost finding the facility, and were rushed so we didn’t like up to par compared to the religious fanatics at the prom.
Arriving there was enough to put smiles on all of our faces; excited, young, and ready to party was the mindset we had built up while traveling our journey to the unseen foreign shores of Georgia Tech. After signing in, we got into the dance and started the night off while it was still young in our hearts. I gotta say, we tore up that dance floor. Nonstop dancing for two hours straight not only made us tired but we were the couple everyone was watching because they were mega jealous. You could see it in their eyes, they were thinking, “ Darn, I wish my date was as cool as one of them.” I’ll never forget it; we were going nuts and danced like nobody was watching.
My date and I were spinning each other into other couples without a care in the world. We pretended like we knew how to dance even though we knew in our hearts we had no clue what the hell was going on. Who knew that listening to the beat of a song and then moving your body was so easy? Time was going by ever so slowly, and it felt the rotation of the earth was stopped on its axis as we danced the night away. I was at peace that night and I will never forget how carefree I truly was.
On the way home, I spotted some lights out of the corner of my eye and turned my head. It was a carnival! I had never really been to one before so on the spur of the moment we decided to go. I knew the carnival looked fun and by god, it was just as exhilarating as the dance itself even though the place was infested with people who did not speak English and were poorly educated.
Later that night, we all hung out at the local park where we lived and just reminisced about the entire night and laughed heartily at what my girlfriend missed out on. About a week later, I get a call from my girlfriend telling me she’s going back up to Smyrna to see her friend and of course, I didn’t mind, I had been hogging her all week anyway. I later receive a phone call from her best friend asking me where she is, so I tell her Smyrna and she gives me the one question I will never forget. It is forever embedded into my brain as a code or password. She said, “Have you asked yourself why she keeps going up there? She’s meeting a guy.”
“So?” I replied.
“What do you think is going on between them?” she interjected.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“Think about it, I don’t want to be the bearer of bad news.”
As soon as I heard this, I almost lost it. I couldn’t believe she was cheating on me. This is the one girl in my life that I loved from the bottom of my heart and I have never related to someone else so well before. I was furious, it was 2 o’clock in the morning and she was spending the night at that guy’s house. The guy I’ve never met, the guy I’ve never seen, the guy I wanted to beat the living shit out of.
I didn’t have it in me to call her then. I figured they were going at it at that point in the night. She didn’t deserve my pity. She didn’t deserve my remorse. I was a mad house, utterly pissed off, and broken on the inside. The next day, I couldn’t take it so I punched my windshield and cracked it right in the center. It felt good but I wish it were ‘his’ face. The bastard deserves it. It is hard for people to truly understand exactly what I went through. I try to paint a vivid, luscious picture informing them the anger I felt on the inside; eyes red as a fire burning hotter than the sun, my heart shattered into little shards of crystal while my girlfriend kicked them around, and most importantly I could never look at her without thinking about what she did to me.
Eventually, I had the heart to call her up and tell her the meanest thing I have ever said to anybody in my life and God Damn did it feel amazing. I named every single negative trait about her and exploited and exaggerated them. Why? Because I had every right to.
This made me think about who I was and who she really was. After talking to her on the phone, I didn’t even want to speak to her again. I took a few days away from her and pondered with how I was going to deal with this whole situation. The three or four people I told said to forget about it, ignore her, and just move on. But that’s not what I wanted to do. I couldn’t do that, I’m not that kind of person to forget someone that had such an impact on my life. She meant the universe to me when we dated because I thought about things I had never really given much thought like my goals in life, my religion, the way I talk to girls, and being a person with better morals.
Though she was a hypocrite by going against her own morals, I felt she needed a second chance. I know you are probably thinking, “What the heck?! Why?!”
I’ll tell you why because she is going to live with her mistake for the rest of her life. I wanted to give her a second chance because I know I made her feel so bad that this would never happen again to me. But I was naive and in love for all the wrong reasons. She wasn’t the girl of my dreams, and I didn’t even love her, I was infatuated with the idea of having a girlfriend/ being loved by someone.
The thing about this story is that not everything ended up the way I wanted it to, and most of the time it surely does not. But I will say the experience I got from having a girlfriend who cheated on me changed me so much that I’m passed it. I matured a lot more since then and I know to look for a witty, wacky, and whimsical woman in the future. I would love to put a smile on someone’s heart and I would also like for them to return the favor. Sometimes karma doesn’t always go your way and it can be a bitch. That is how life is, you just have to roll with it.
This picture pretty much sums up the night of Mormon Prom. The 3rd best day of my life.
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