Dance Date Q&A

danceOnce upon a time there was a boy who wanted to ask a girl to a dance. Though nervous, he walked up to her and asked, “Would you like to go to the dance with me?” The girl smiled and answered, “Yes!”

This story is obviously a fairy tale.

Everyone knows a boy can’t just walk up to a girl and ask her to a dance. And she can’t just give an answer to his face.

Why?

I have no idea.

I wonder at what point did a dance invitation go from face-to-face interaction to hiring a pilot to write a cryptic note in the sky that the girl has to figure out using a decoding device made by the boy’s third period shop class and anonymously left on her porch.

Then the girl has to match that by answering with a bag of M&Ms special ordered with the letters of her reply imprinted on the candy in a specific color that he must sift through and spell out, which was delivered to his house by a person dressed in an M&M costume.

Though I’m baffled by the purpose of this elaborate ritual, it does allow for some creative outlet for kids.

My friends and I did some fun things back in high school.

To answer a dance invitation I got from a kid who lived on a farm, I took a bale of hay from his barn and piled it on his lawn. I had wrapped a slip of paper with my affirmative answer inside a Tootsie Roll and dispersed it with the rest of a bulk bag of Tootsie Rolls throughout the hay. Then I posted a sign by the pile that read, “To find your answer, take a ‘Roll in the hay!'”

I was very naive back then and thought a “roll in the hay” just meant to have a good time. This kid’s mother knew the real meaning and asked her son several penetrating questions about his date choice. He assured her I was just stupid and not sleazy so she let him take me.

This dance invitation business is on the brain because it’s homecoming season and my daughter got asked to her high school dance. The kid asked her in a really cool way. In fact, the display was so lovely I’ve included part of it as a new element in my living room décor. Of course, we felt pressure to respond with equal intent.

I gave my daughter some great ideas, all of which received vetoes. She said, “Mom, I know the ‘Roll in the Hay’ story so why should I trust your judgment?” Struggling to come up with anything acceptable, I called my daughter at college for input. Her solution was, “Food. He’s a teenage boy. Candy, baked goods, pastries, pizza, whatever.” She had a point. My grocery bill since my son became a teenager has quadrupled. So, we went with an M&M idea (not the special order thing) and delivered it to his house. I offered to wear an M&M costume, but got shut down.

Anyhoo, he snarfed them down, they went to the dance, and my living room looks fabulous.

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