"Yes," you say, "as a matter of fact I did. Not only is it a dance, it's the Big Dance. Wanna go?" You're still not sure how you got all ballsy all of a sudden. Maybe it's something in the Slurpees.

"Uh, sure, I'll go with you," he said. Your heart races with joy. "But will you wash your face first? I'm into the natural look, man."

You conveniently whip out a travel-sized Oxy pad and start scrubbing the makeup off right there in front of him. He watches in mild amazement as you transform yourself before his very eyes. After you finish, he says, "Well...I guess I'll still go with you. Where do you live?"

You give him your parents' address, and when the night of the Big Dance arrives, he shows up half an hour late. He said something about hearing you wrong when you told him the address. But you end up having a reasonably good time, even though he's the only one there in a flannel and a Nirvana t-shirt instead of a sportcoat.

THE END

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