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lovedance4ever
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I realize this is not a huge problem in the big picture, but this situation is truly bugging me, and I am afraid that I am going to go bonkers before it is all over with.
So I used to be an American Civil War re-enactor, but I quit after a couple of years for various reasons. However, I am still friendly with a couple of the women, and every year (or almost every year), I try to attend the Victorian Ball. It is an elegant event and a fun time….well, at least I think it is. You see, every time I’ve gone, I have never been able to enjoy myself. The first time, I went with my father when I was fifteen back in 2008. My dad was unable to dance, and I got stuck dancing all night with a female soldier.
The second time I went was in 2010. This time, I was encouraged to go with a guy who ended up being vulgar and who had a nasty attitude about others. He refused to dance with me, insisting that he needed to “guard” the venue from “the Rebs.”
This year, I decided to invite a very dear friend who I consider to be my little sister. She is fifteen, extremely mature for her age (not to mention a good Catholic girl), and I thought she would do very well at this kind of an event. I truly believed that this time, things would be different.
Her mother, who truly is a sweet lady, took it upon herself to change things around for me. She decided that we needed to be escorted by two guys. She said that we would have to encourage their two friends to go; one is in his mid to late twenties, and the other is forty years old. Both men are single. I felt a bit awkward about this, since I barely know the forty year old, and have no idea who the younger of the two is. But she still insisted this would be a good idea.
To try to shorten this as much as possible, the younger guy said no, but they pressured the other guy (I will refer to him as John) into going. Granted, he is a good sport and a wonderful gentleman from what I have seen, but having him escort two girls, one nineteen and the other fifteen, to a ball is kind of ridiculous, in my opinion.
After she pushed for all of this, she told me that I would need to find another guy to go because we “wouldn’t want John to feel awkward,” which is EXACTLY what I said in the first place when she came up with this brilliant idea.
Now, the ball is next week, and I told them that this Sunday the 17th was the deadline to find someone else, because my friend who is in charge of the ball gave us a discount, and I did not want to change things around anymore than I already had (there is so much more that happened that I am not writing about).
Finally, today I called up and asked if she had had any luck looking for another male partner for us (because she said she would look for another young man at her church). She told me that she did not even try, but that I should not worry about John feeling awkward.
I found this strange, as that was not her attitude when I spoke to her yesterday. She then went on to tell me that my job at this ball was to find a lady for John. She said, “You mustn’t think of yourself,” and “You will be the one working, John doesn’t have to do anything.”
My jaw dropped. I am nineteen years old, and I am responsible for finding a date for a forty year old man? He is extremely handsome; I do not think he will have a difficult time finding anyone on his own! But she went on insisting about this, like I am some sort of dating service.
I do not attract men. I have been on two dates at best in my life. And yet, I would make a good matchmaker?
I am going crazy….I do not even think I can fully get across how frustrated I really am.
The ball is this Saturday. If anyone has any ideas about how to cope with all of this, I would greatly appreciate it. Prayers are welcome as well; not for me, but for the poor souls who will have to encounter me all week.
So I used to be an American Civil War re-enactor, but I quit after a couple of years for various reasons. However, I am still friendly with a couple of the women, and every year (or almost every year), I try to attend the Victorian Ball. It is an elegant event and a fun time….well, at least I think it is. You see, every time I’ve gone, I have never been able to enjoy myself. The first time, I went with my father when I was fifteen back in 2008. My dad was unable to dance, and I got stuck dancing all night with a female soldier.
The second time I went was in 2010. This time, I was encouraged to go with a guy who ended up being vulgar and who had a nasty attitude about others. He refused to dance with me, insisting that he needed to “guard” the venue from “the Rebs.”
This year, I decided to invite a very dear friend who I consider to be my little sister. She is fifteen, extremely mature for her age (not to mention a good Catholic girl), and I thought she would do very well at this kind of an event. I truly believed that this time, things would be different.
Her mother, who truly is a sweet lady, took it upon herself to change things around for me. She decided that we needed to be escorted by two guys. She said that we would have to encourage their two friends to go; one is in his mid to late twenties, and the other is forty years old. Both men are single. I felt a bit awkward about this, since I barely know the forty year old, and have no idea who the younger of the two is. But she still insisted this would be a good idea.
To try to shorten this as much as possible, the younger guy said no, but they pressured the other guy (I will refer to him as John) into going. Granted, he is a good sport and a wonderful gentleman from what I have seen, but having him escort two girls, one nineteen and the other fifteen, to a ball is kind of ridiculous, in my opinion.
After she pushed for all of this, she told me that I would need to find another guy to go because we “wouldn’t want John to feel awkward,” which is EXACTLY what I said in the first place when she came up with this brilliant idea.
Now, the ball is next week, and I told them that this Sunday the 17th was the deadline to find someone else, because my friend who is in charge of the ball gave us a discount, and I did not want to change things around anymore than I already had (there is so much more that happened that I am not writing about).
Finally, today I called up and asked if she had had any luck looking for another male partner for us (because she said she would look for another young man at her church). She told me that she did not even try, but that I should not worry about John feeling awkward.
I found this strange, as that was not her attitude when I spoke to her yesterday. She then went on to tell me that my job at this ball was to find a lady for John. She said, “You mustn’t think of yourself,” and “You will be the one working, John doesn’t have to do anything.”
My jaw dropped. I am nineteen years old, and I am responsible for finding a date for a forty year old man? He is extremely handsome; I do not think he will have a difficult time finding anyone on his own! But she went on insisting about this, like I am some sort of dating service.
I do not attract men. I have been on two dates at best in my life. And yet, I would make a good matchmaker?
I am going crazy….I do not even think I can fully get across how frustrated I really am.
The ball is this Saturday. If anyone has any ideas about how to cope with all of this, I would greatly appreciate it. Prayers are welcome as well; not for me, but for the poor souls who will have to encounter me all week.