It's strange how little things can be so powerful. As I was doing sudoku and listening to music, the song "We May Never Pass This Way Again" by Seals and Croft played. I've heard the song many times through the years, and I remember exactly where I first heard it. But tonight it took me back to a night, about 40 years ago when I was 14 years old.
It was the prom for my junior high school in Lexington, KY. I don't think I'd ever been on a date before. I can't even remember her name -- it's packed away with all the other memorabilia of those years, but I do remember what she looked like. I don't think we really knew each other; it was essentially a blind date. I don't remember who drove us -- it wasn't my parents, but I'm pretty sure we were with another couple.
While I can't remember many of the exact events, I do remember we had pictures taken at her house by her parents. When we got to the school, they had a photographer there as well, and at some point we were asked how many we wanted. I guess I thought they were asking how many poses, not how many copies, because I remember answering that I thought we only needed one. She said that was okay because she had the pictures her parents had taken and I realized I had made a mistake.
I had no idea how to dance, but it was the slow dances that killed me. Not because I couldn't slow dance -- well, I probably couldn't, at least not well -- but because I thought I had to have my chin on her shoulder. That would've been okay, except that she was five or six inches shorter than me, which meant I had to bend over. So, I spent at least have of the evening's slow dances hunched over. It must have been an amusing sight. She finally took pity on me, had me stand up straight, and leaned into me with her face against my chest and shoulder.
The evening ended with the band playing "We May Never Pass This Way Again", the theme of the prom. It was the first time I'd ever heard the song.
We were never boyfriend/girlfriend, though I know I wanted us to be. But our junior high years ended not long after the dance, we went to different high schools, and I never saw her again.
Still, now, forty years later, when I hear the song, I still think of her.