This memory is shared by Anonymous and dates back to around 1991:
It was a typical Saturday evening when my mom surprised me with some exciting news – I was finally allowed to go to the social at the school opposite our house. My heart raced with excitement as I practically skipped across the street.
As soon as I walked through the doors, I was hit with the scent of sweat and teenage hormones, mixed with the sound of the DJ blasting popular songs from the speakers. My friends greeted me with excitement, and we made our way to the dance floor, ready to show off our moves.
As I lost myself in the music, swaying to the beat with my friends, I couldn’t help but feel like a total dancing queen. In my mind, I was Sandy Olsson from the movie “Grease” – with perfect hair and all the right moves.
But let’s be honest, in reality, I most likely looked more like a baby giraffe learning to walk for the first time. I have absolutely no rhythm, which is why I was so surprised when out of nowhere, a guy with a smile so bright it could rival the disco ball, approached me and asked me to dance.
At first, I hesitated, wondering if he had mistaken me for a professional dancer or if he was just in dire need of a laugh. But then I thought, “Why not? Let’s do this!” and I said yes. As we started dancing, I did my best to keep up with his fancy footwork, flailing my arms around like a bird trying to take flight. I must have looked like a total mess, but he didn’t seem to mind.
To my surprise, he stuck to my side for the rest of the night. And while I enjoyed his company, my heart remained as still as a sloth on a tree. No sparks, no butterflies, nada. But, it seems like he was more smitten with me than a cat with a ball of yarn. He danced with me the entire night, clinging to me like a koala on a eucalyptus tree.
Things took a turn for the awkward when the song “Hello You Fool I Love You” by Roxette came on, and my dance partner suddenly turned up the cheesiness to 11. He started belting out the lyrics, “Hello you fool I love you” at the top of his lungs – directly at me. I felt like a deer caught in the headlights. It made me incredibly uncomfortable, and I couldn’t wait for the song to end.
As the night came to a close, I thought I would never see him again, but fate had other plans. The next morning, there was a knock at my door, and to my surprise, it was him. Living opposite a school definitely had its drawbacks, as it seemed like everyone knew where I lived.
Despite the uncomfortable encounter on the dance floor, we ended up becoming the best of friends. We laughed about that awkward moment many times over the years, especially every time “Hello You Fool I Love You” played, which was way too often. I couldn’t be more grateful for the unexpected friendship that blossomed from that fateful school social. Who knew that a guy with a disco smile and an off-key rendition of a cheesy love song would become my closest confidant.