I know a few things about Ed's social life:
1. He values time with his buddies, but his commitment to sports teams and his academics comes first (not necessarily in that order).
2. The guys he considers hilarious are his faves.
3. He manages to avoid inviting anyone to our house. EVER. At the moment he has an excuse, because our house is under construction. Our basement is our main living space - complete with a small functioning kitchen and a couch, a TV and a bathroom. Typically the teenagers and their friends would gravitate towards our basement. Not the case when the rest of the fam is hanging down there.
4. Ed likes to pretend that he doesn't have siblings and possibly even parents. So our presence in a shared space with he and his friends would wreak havoc on his Oliver Twist-ish mindset.
5. My junior in high school has zero interest in girl drama or in girls that create girl drama or in girls that live for girl drama. He can't be bothered.
|A few stray ties still hang on the banister where Ed tried on clothes. He so prefers to pretend he doesn't live with any of us, we aren't typically welcome in his room. Our trying on suits and such was conducted in the hallway.|
Tank planned to attend the dance. Most freshman at their school just go to the dance in a group. They gather at a previously arranged home where a crowd of parents take loads of pictures. Then the freshman head to the dance in a bunch of available minivans.
|Aha! More sport coats in Tank's closet.|
He was kind of waiting to see who still needed a date. He said the girls all wanted to go with a date. The guys didn't really care. So his comment really meant: 'I'm just going to take a date because I know the girls want to go with a date.' He wasn't trying to sound conceited, so I let him live to see another day. He figured he would just ask a girl who hung out in his group of friends. There was a senior girl he thought of asking, but he figured she'd rather go with someone from her circle. He continued to weigh his options and wait.
I suggested that he do his homecoming homework and find out if these girls did indeed already have a date. He looked at me like I was insane. Duh. That is already factored into the equation. I believe he asked if I was stupid. I think the correct label for my flubbed date request of the late '80's stemmed more from inexperience than stupidity - that's my story and I'm sticking to it. Don't make me go into it again . . . just read about it here.