My prom was three years ago on April 21st, and it was my first date with my current boyfriend.

I had a date with a guy I'd been seeing. We'd had a crush on each other since 7th grade and I was really starting to like him, but when I found out BJ's girlfriend was suddenly going with her boyfriend that BJ didn't know she had, I asked him before I knew what I was doing. I felt bad for ditching my other date, but BJ and I ended up enjoying each other's company entirely too much. We didn't shack up in a hotel or anything, but we slept at the beach.

Stupid cheesy romance drap. It was awesome.