Where In The World Are Deb and Chad?

I dated this guy Shawn for nearly two years. He went to our rival highschool, I had met him at biology camp. I was this odd mix of geek, shy and outgoing and he was my perfect match. I was pretty much a good girl as a teenager although I am sure my attitude was more than typical. It never occured to me to drink or smoke or sneak out. My mother told me that girls who let guys "go all the way" would immediately have a bad reputation, with the whole school knowing. I figured a bad reputation must be far worse than no reputation at all so Shawn and I never groped below the neck. Ever. Did I say ever? Never. We would kiss and slobber and breathe funny for hours and hours (like two or three hours at a time). We desperately wanted to do ANYTHING else but neither of us could possibly be the one to initiate so we didn't. Eventually, this got old and we decided around the start of our senior year, to break up. No tears.

Unfortunately, this meant no date for senior prom. I didn't think it was that big of a deal really. The friday prior to prom my mother announced, "your cousin is coming over". This was definitely not normal, this was my very, very smart and beautiful cousin Valerie (almost exactly the same age as me) and we did not *hang out*. ??? "Oh, she's bringing a dress over". ???

It turned out that my mother had master minded my prom event. She called Valerie and borrowed a formal dress for me. But wait, that isn't all. She called my ex and made him take me to prom. Made him. He brought a corsage that matched, folks. Did you ever wish for the earth to open up and envelope you back into her bosom? I did. My mom may be about a half foot shorter than me but she is a force to be reckoned with, so after some initial pouting (and secret thrilling), I went to the prom with my exboyfriend, his bestfriend and my sister.

We had a blast.

(My sister Kim is in blue and I am looking positively HOT in maroon LOL)

You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the Dancing Queen
Friday night and the lights are low
Looking out for the place to go
Where they play the right music, getting in the swing
You come in to look for a King
Anybody could be that guy
Night is young and the music's high
With a bit of rock music, everything is fine
You're in the mood for a dance
And when you get the chance...
You are the Dancing Queen, young and sweet, only seventeen
Dancing Queen, feel the beat from the tambourine
You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the Dancing Queen
You're a teaser, you turn 'em on
Leave them burning and then you're gone
Looking out for another, anyone will do
You're in the mood for a dance
And when you get the chance...
You are the Dancing Queen, young and sweet, only seventeen
Dancing Queen, feel the beat from the tambourine
You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the Dancing Queen
(ABBA, Dancing Queen)

**post script: We ended up going to Disney World the next day but that was the extent of that. Shawn promptly boinked the trampiest girl (by all accounts not just mine) at their school and, wait for it.............................married her.