Summary of the Winter Formal I went to:
Wasn't entirely ready to go into the gym yet, so I went into a bathroom to fix my hair and sleeves. A couple of girls walked into the bathroom and I finally noticed that I was in the wrong bathroom. I was just like ... oh sh** ... I apologized and used the men's room, fixing my sleeves, hair, and will to live.
Anyway, I was dancing later on and wondered where one of my friends was, so I went into the hallway outside the gym and found her. Turns out she was waiting for her other friend Margaret, who was in the bathroom crying. I asked why, and she told me that Margaret had come with a crush of hers, but when she asked the crush to dance with her, the crush replied: I don't like you that way. Now, I understand that if someone says that they don't like you back, it's a little dramatic to cry in the bathroom. However, I felt sympathy for Margaret, because she actually gathered enough courage to ask her crush to the dance.
Not too long after I heard about this, the friend I had been looking for, Margaret, a couple of Margaret's friends, and I were gathered in a small circle in the gym. I felt so terrible about the situation, I wanted to ask her to dance, but she had already texted her mother to come pick her up. Here is the thing: after Margaret left, they actually started to play the songs people could slow dance to. I thought about how if I had asked her to dance, it would be like those cliché movie scenes when someone asks why someone is upset and they fall in love (cheesy right?). I felt like I could relate with her, because we are both interested in artsy stuff (we're in art honors society together), and because of what happened, I know what it is like when someone doesn't like you the way you like them.
I spent most of the night after that happened in multiple social groups, but I had remembered that Heidi (the friend I was looking for to begin with) had told me that Margaret left her coat in the crush's car. Her crush had been angry from Margaret leaving, so I asked the crush if she was fine with me giving the coat back to Margaret on Monday. The crush just started acting like a total b**** and started getting all fussy, so I just said ok and walked away. The crush left not too long after that.
I felt so bad for Margaret, and angry at her crush, that apparently my eyes started to get red. I got a couple comments on how I looked like I was high.
There were too many songs throughout the night that I could have danced with her to, if I had ever worked up enough courage to ask her to stay and dance.
I still feel really bad for her. Seriously, you don't just know that someone is upset and not try to cheer them up.