I was reading
this mental story a while ago and it got me reminiscing about my own debs date back in 2003.
It took me a good ten minutes to remember his name. He was a friend of my friend's boyfriend because I went to an all-girl's school and knew the total sum of 2 boys by the time the debs rolled around. Ah the innocence!
Pretty sure I wore the face off him half the night between all the sambuca and shots of aftershock. Did a quick facebook stalk and he looks the exact same, though he hasn't updated his profile pic since 2010. Doesn't look like he's married yet, but then maybe he's just not a social media kinda guy. Good for you Rowan!
So what about you? What became of your debs date? Did you marry him/her and live happily ever after? Did you have a quick fumble on the night, never to set eyes on him/her again? Did you meet the guy/gal in an awkward encounter at the water fountain at work ten years later?