It’s prom season.
My beautiful daughter, Kristin, will be going to her senior prom in a few weeks. She and her friends are dress shopping today. For the girls going to prom tonight, you already have the perfect dress and you’re in a last minute rush of updos, makeup and mani/pedis and finding the perfect spot for prom pictures. For the guys, you have to pick her up, get the boutonniere on and impress her father.
Well, I thought I’d share something today just for the guys stressing over asking – or taking – that special girl to prom. A perspective from a guy who’s been there. It’s from the Deeper Devotion blog.
The author writes, “I never dated in high school, but I had one major crush that lasted from sophomore to senior year. Kelly had beautiful,
blonde hair, sparkling green eyes, and a gorgeous smile. I wanted to date Kelly more than any girl I knew. I wrote a love poem to her that I always kept in my back pocket, waiting for the opportunity to give it to her.
Prom time rolled around and I decided it was my last chance. I called Kelly up and asked her to the prom. She said yes! Kelly looked beautiful on prom night and I loved just being with her. On the way to our After Prom we sat silent, driving through the dark countryside. My heart was
beating straight through my chest. I realized this was the only time I
would ever have Kelly’s complete attention. I had to tell her how I felt
about her. Finally, I broke the silence. I tried to explain my feelings,
stumbling over my words, and Kelly just sat there watching me. I bombed. We got to After Prom and things were awkward the rest of the night.
At the next track meet I found out she was dating one of the track athletes. On the dark bus ride home I sat in stunned silence. I pulled the love letter to Kelly out of my pocket. I stared at it for a while—then I took a bite, chewed, and swallowed. I took another bite, and then another. I bit off piece after piece, word after word, washing it all down with Powerade until the entire piece of paper was gone.
Kelly would never read my love letter.
I’ve learned a lot about girls, relationships, and myself since then. I know that sometimes you just have to learn things the hard way and even if
you heard the truth you might not listen, but if I could go back in time, this is what I would tell myself:
Crushes are disappointing, no matter what the outcome. If things go badly, you get turned down, or worse, ignored. If things go well, you may start seeing each other. But then one day it hits you: this guy or girl is nowhere near the amazing person you thought they were. Kelly was not the girl God had for me. I spent so much time, energy, and emotion crushing on a girl and now there’s nothing to show for it – not even a love letter.
Guys, you can read his full blog post here:
I Ate My Love Letter
Remember what the Bible says about being the Lord’s “approved workman” in 2 Timothy 2:22:
So flee youthful passions and pursue righteousness, faith, love, and peace, along with those who call on the Lord from a pure heart.