My High School Prom Disasters - Actually, these are the reasons why I hated my likely prom date

Actually, the imagination vaccum cloud that has blanketed our local blogger community was in the process of converting my brain into a heap of vacuum bag dust and dark, opaque fuzz....

Until that is!....Brooke and I started talking about our respective high school prom experiences....and I realized, "Do I have a story for you..heh heh.."

Yes, my high school prom experiences are nothing short of being intensely embarrassing yet hilarious -- at least from an objective 3rd person perspective. From MY perspective, however, it was a horrific social nightmare, full of people pointing fingers, while laughing uncontrollably at me....

OK, so what happened? Well, for both my Junior AND my Senior proms, I could have EASILY WENT. No doubt about it. However, the problem was that in both years, I ABSOLULTEY LOATHED the girl who wanted to go with me to the point where I made up reasons not to go....No, I'm not kidding...

Her name was Bonnie Huang, and specifically, she possessed 3 qualities that just repulsed and revolted me beyond belief:
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(1: She was ridiculously competitive from an academic standpoint to the point where I just wanted to slap her.....Now, I have never, ever advocated or even thought of violence against ANYONE, especially women, for even a second -- Except when it came to Bonnie.....You see, we were both fighting for class valedictorian (along with 5 others) in 11th and 12th grade, and while I tried my absolutely best not to get chippy with anyone (ie: "You can't even convert 100 hectoliters to deciliters??!! Hahaha!!!!....") Bonnie would go out of her way to best me or "put me in my place", and she just refused to stop -- for 2 years....(I could do an entire blog on the incredibly petty arguments we would get into, which were merely manifestations of the academic testiness between us)

(2: She eternally maintained this obviously fake smile on her face AT ALL TIMES! It was as if she secretly underwent facial reconstruction surgery to look like The Joker in the movie "Batman"...But c'mon -- who smiles with all their might AT ALL TIMES OF THE DAY AND NIGHT?! No one in their right mind is like that!....And that's what I thought at the time too -- Bonnie was either being incredibly fake or was bonkers.

(3: Of course, with my checkered romantic history, the one girl that I absolutely HATED WITH A PASSION was head over heels in love with me. She would write me long letters compact with text, jokes, innermost thoughts, etc..., she would consistently talk to me with this insane fervor, as if conversing with me was a Fatima moment, and whenever I would try to lose her in the hallway, she would always track me down -- and surprise me from behind in the process.

I have no doubt in my mind that if I showed even a slight romantic interest in her, she would have called me every day for years up to the present, no matter where she was located on this planet. And if I kissed her just one time, she would have started planning the wedding right on the spot.
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OK, so that's why I hated her.

Now, around prom time of Junior Year, -- wait, I thought of another reason why I hated her!

(4: Now, as you might guess by her name, she was Oriental. (Chinese, to be exact). Now, this doesn't matter to me at all...Ethnicity means nothing to me. In fact, my Polish and Brazilian heritage means squat to me...I'm not ashamed at all of my heritage; I just don't give a damn. If I were Indonesian and German, I would care just as little.

But Bonnie DID care about her ethnicity -- OK, fine. That doesn't bother me. What DID bother me, however, was Bonnie's haughty, brazenly superior attitude she had about her own ethnicity..She really looked down on the fact that I was white and Polish. She acknowledged my Brazilian heritage and constantly encouraged me to speak Portuguese. But she NEVER acknowledged my Polish background, ever.

But worse than that was Bonnie's categorical insistence on EVERYTHING in her life being Chinese or associated with the Far East. EVERYTHING! And if it wasn't Chinese or of the Far East, she had little to no interest.

If we talked food, she HAD to only talk about Chinese dishes. If we talked about books, she HAD to talk about Chinese books.....And if we talked about something by a white person, then she automatically held some intrinsic disdain for it.

Basically, she irked me because she was incredibly ignorant and close-minded in this regard. And I have no respect for that.

...OK, now, in regards to my Junior prom -- wait! I've thought of a 5th reason why I hated her!!....(This blog will now be retitled: "My High School Prom Disasters -- Actually, these are the reasons why I hated my likely prom date"

(5: I COULD NOT STAND her laugh....It was this horrific high-pitched laugh/squeak/shriek that sounded like a mutant female guinea pig having an orgasm....That's it...I just HATED her laugh....it bothered me to no end....and she laughed A LOT....uggggghhh

OK, that is all...some other time, I will talk about my prom experiences...