Ian Somerhalder and Nikki Reed are tongue-ing each other all over Coachella.

She was on Two and a Half Men. Barf. She probably made a lot of money on that gig, but personally I’d rather live under a bridge and go through garbage cans for food

Yes. I live in a state that is mostly rural, and outside of the major cities is staunchly red, and that has proven again and again that is is perfectly happy voting for candidates that promise to pay them back by poking them in the eye, so long as said candidate also promises to poke some of those people they hate in…

Thought it would be cool to get stoned before the homecoming dance my senior year of highschool. Ended up in the middle of the dance floor alone, surrounded by sweaty, grinding teens and staring at the “light show” which was one lone laser light that blinked in rhythm with the music. Luckily my friends were able to…

When I was in 6th grade I went to our middle school dance all decked out in my blue rayon shirt and black dockers plus a dope pair of loafers (this was the 90's). I was standing in the corner trying to look cool when an 8th grade girl (I'll call Jane) approached me and asked me to dance. Instead of an appropriate…

In 8th grade I had this HUGE, world-shaking crush on a junior - he was my friend’s boyfriend’s older brother, and he was SO cute and SO nice, played guitar in a band (my small town was a cultural desert so this was a big deal) and he liked the same music as I did (early 2000s emo... V cool). Basically I transformed…

It took until our 8th grade graduation dance for me to have a date. He was my first real deal boyfriend and we were in lurve. He looked like a lanky Leo DiCaprio circa Romeo + Juliet. We were the two early bloomers in our class, he was already 6’4” and I was 5’10”. I wasn’t “allowed” to date, so everything was very…

Freshman in high school, Catholic co-ed school in Chicago. I’m not “the cute girl,” I have “a great personality.” Our high school had dances on Friday nights, as many Catholic high schools did. My older brother’s friend asked me to dance, and I accepted; it was fun to dance with a guy once in a while. I usually danced…

Honestly, it sounds like she’s a professional arsonist.

Dance story #1: the one and only school dance I ever went to was the 8th-grade social. (No homecomings, no proms, and no regrets. I grew up as the eldest kid of Indian immigrant parents, so dating was out of the question and dances were never built up as A Big Thing for me.) I was a nerd who had a crush on a fellow…

Our middle school dances were always in the greasy cafeteria directly after school and ended at 5pm. Afterwards, everyone waits for one of their parents to pick them up in the school bus turnaround.

I went to one in seventh grade, and after a few hours I realize it wasn’t my thing so I called home to get picked up.…

My parents were much older than other parents, and wouldn’t let me wear jeans to school, much less to a school dance back in the 70s. It was a “50’s Sock Hop” theme, and I wore yellow plaid hipster bell bottoms and a knit “pop top”, which nicely complemented my Prince Valient/erzatz Dorothy Hamill haircut (look it up,…

This isn’t embarrassing for me, but more for the rest of the school.

Here in the UK, high school dances and proms are really only becoming a thing now; when I was a kid, it was more the under 18’s nights (“kiddie’s disco”) at the local nightclubs that we had, which were kinda shit-showy as they would take place in the center of town in a nightclub surrounded by all of the other…

The embarrassment in my story is mostly vicarious, but it was still embarrassing to me, so here we go.

So in high school I had a crush on my straight best friend, who had a crush on a young woman from out of town. In order to get her to agree to attending prom with him—driving five hours to where we were—B had to secure a date for her best friend, as that was the only way B’s crush would allow her to go. So I took the…

Oh dear. I was a little backwards, and went to my first dance in the 9th grade. I went from a friend’s house, and we put on our makeup beforehand in the usual inept way of the 14 year old — I was rather blond, and knew all about frosted lipstick and black eyeliner (it was the sixties, after all) but I was open to…

Oh boy, here goes. First you have to know that in middle school I was a social pariah. You know how there’s always that one really clueless kid that has zero friends everybody makes fun of mercilessly? Yep, me. Anyway, as part of this one school dance/party in seventh grade there was karaoke, and I somehow got tacked…

On the DAY OF prom, I got a call from a friend asking if I knew her cousin, a senior who also went to our school. He was nice enough but, quite frankly, a pretty weird kid. She says he wasn’t going to prom since he didn’t have a date. I said I wasn’t so sure about the “date” part, but that he should come join all of…