Monday, February 23, 2009
Open the Door to Your ... Mystery Date
Did you have this "far-out" board game when you were little? I didn't own it, but I played it many times at friends' houses.
I remember that you had to get a complete set of "outfit" cards before you could open the door to see who came calling for you: the bowler, skier, tennis guy, the 1960s version of the grunge guy, cruelly called "The Dud," and most coveted of all, the dreamy Prom Date in a white jacket who was probably a political conservative.
I kind of had a similar experience Saturday night when my daughter's date arrived to pick her up. We had never met this young man before, so although he was no mystery to Kristin, he was to us.
Big sigh of relief: Mystery Date boy was not "The Dud." In fact, I have to say that this young man was very, very polite and made a great first impression on us, although they are supposedly only friends. He brought her a wrist corsage. Very sweet.
Here she is by herself because I didn't feel right about posting Mystery Date's pic here. I'm only allowed to embarrass my own children on this blog.
Kristin is actually a very petite (about 5'2"), slim girl, but ever since we got our new computer, the pictures seem to be turning out stretched horizontally somehow, so she actually looked a little different from this pic. Not that she looks bad here, but it just doesn't really look so much like her. It may show up this way on my monitor only, though, I don't know. Anyway, she was a cutie pie. A very cold cutie pie, as winter decided to come back on Saturday like Rocky in the ring. It was a treacherous, snowy day not conducive to fancy dances.
And what's a mother to do when all of the dresses are short like this with spaghetti straps, or floor-length with spaghetti straps. She didn't want to be the only one in a formal, since this isn't prom. She couldn't wear jeans or leggings under and then take them off at the restaurant, put them back on to travel to the dance and then remove them again. And I sure as heck wouldn't send a blanket! She just said, "Mom, I'll deal with it." So she put on a parka with a fur-lined hood and ran for the car.
It is emotionally difficult when your baby passes the "first date" milestone. I'm so proud of the young woman she is becoming, but I miss my little girl--in fact, I could've sworn that Saturday night, Mystery Date drove away with this little person sitting in the passenger seat.
PS: The date reportedly went just fine. But some details are just too sacred to blog about!