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2. My Senior Prom: I didn't have a date to my high school prom. I wasn't a freak, but I was a wallflower. I was the shy smart girl no one noticed. Or, because I was shy and smart, people who didn't know me assumed I was snobby and full of myself (which was true to some extent, but stemmed from some deeper rooted self-esteem issues). But before we get too far into psychoanalyzing my high school self, to sum up: no date.

Through some miracle of fate, the son of one of my mother's long time friends - whom I'd never met - agreed to escort me to my prom. As many of you know, the story was actually even more extreme because in fact, he was Canadian and had to fly in to CT and spend the weekend with me and my family. He was an adventurous soul.

What ensued was the best weekend of my life to date. We hit it off immediately and had a ton of fun the whole time. My friends were jealous and we were the stars of the ball - at least in my circle. That weekend was the first time I enjoyed a mutual attraction to a boy. The highlight of the weekend was a make out session on the couch and dancing in my living room with no music on long after my parents had gone to bed. The next day I drove him to the airport to catch his flight home to Vancouver. As you might expect, I was mess and yet I felt more alive than I ever had before.