Oh, hell.
Dear god. The girlfriend just e-mailed me about Prom. Dresses...she wants our dresses to match. And she wants us to go out to dinner first, someplace nice, with a reservation...also, we're going to the Spring dance and she wants to know how I feel about dinner before that, and what dress I'll be wearing to that, etc. etc.
I really want to e-mail her back with just "Bunny, I heart you dearly but I. AM. POOR. I have no money. I cannot buy a dress specifically for Prom and the Spring dance, let alone two separate ones-- I own three dresses; they will have to do. I cannot buy you dinner at a very nice restaurant. A good one, yes, but not a nice one, not the sort where people sit you down and come by and ask if you need anything as though they are actually interested, and that has 'ambience'...I can't do that. I don't have a job, babe. I don't have a car, even. I don't know how we're getting there! I suspect you will want a limo, yes, and I get that because it's Prom and you're excited...but I can't do that either. I fly by the seat of my pants with these things, okay? If I were going alone of with friends I would just have someone drop me off and pick me up later, and I would eat at the local Culver's beforehand, and I would wear one of the dresses I already own that is three years old. But you know what? I will make an effort for you. I will, because you're special. But...I don't have a lot to work with. I will do what I can but honey, you knew when I asked you that I was poor. My resources are limited. I'll try, but give me time, and don't give me lists. Okay?"
I think I'll just tell her that I'll work something out and get back to her. But really, dear...you know you're dating out of your class. Cut me a little slack.
I'm so glad she doesn't read my blog.