I'm seventeen, I'm getting dressed in my black satin, very formal boob tube dress, criss cross back and slit in the back...I'm getting ready for my matric dance...
I'm there, I'm dancing and having a fabulous time. A very good friend of mine asks me to slow dance with him...I put down my shawl, my camera and my bag...
Little did I know, the teacher that most female students thought was HOTT and whom most of them had a crush on (yes, including me
), would ask to cut in...
I'm dancing, my heart is pounding, I move slightly back so that I'm not so pressed up against him, scared he'll feel my heart beat so fast and so loud...but every time I move a little back, he pulls me a little closer...(to tell you the truth, I think he knew that out of all the girls who thought he was hot and had that huge crush on him, mine was probably the biggest,which is why he tortured me so.lol.)
My best friend sees this, she goes to call two other friends of ours who know about this huge crush I had on this teacher who now has asked to dance with me... the other two get there and the one lets out quite a shreek that both of us turn around to see the three of them standing and staring at us...
I'm a little embarrassed, but I really dont care cos he's dancing with me...and my thoughts are "OMG!!! he's dancing with me!"
The song ends...but before he turns around to walk away, he says "thanks for the dance mandy" and I melt
And even though I didn't get to go to the after party, I still walked away feeling I had the best matric dance ever!
Probably one of the best memories of my seventeenth year.
aaaahhhhhh *sigh*