Last updated on February 17, 2015
With Valentine’s Day coming up, I am reminded of a story that might just benefit a few of you.
When I was in elementary school, my class had a Valentine’s dance.
The boys were allowed to ask out the girls and vice versa.
Being the 10-year-old that I was, I thought that it was only polite that a boy ask a girl. So I did not ask anyone.
As it got closer to the dance, nobody asked me.
My mom told me that I should take my brother who was four years older than me. But, of course, I didnít want to do that because that would be lame.
So, like any other girl would do (I thought), I dressed up my Orangutan stuffed animal – King Louie from The Jungle Book – in a plaid button up shirt and a pair of tan corduroy pants.
When I got to the dance, very proudly carrying my “date” on my hip, I noticed nobody was dancing, and everyone was staring at me.
I immediately regretted bringing a stuffed animal to the dance, but I was not going to let anyone know that.
So King Louie and I got on the dance floor and started slow dancing.
Everyone just stared more, but I acted like I didn’t care.
After the song was over, a boy from my class named Juan asked me if I wanted to dance, and said that my monkey could join, and that made me happy.
Long story short: If you are alone on Valentine’s day, grab a stuffed animal (I know you have one).
Don’t let a few awkward stares keep you from enjoying your night; never EVER take a stuffed animal to an event as a date… no matter what your parents tell you, NO ONE ELSE THERE WILL HAVE ONE.