Peter was a neighbor of mine growing up and his mom and my mom were good friends. We were always friends, and then sophomore year he asked me to a dance. I was so clueless. Clueless. And I was sort of dating this hoodlum at Peter’s school. I went to the dance, but completely gave Peter the cold shoulder. I later found out that he had asked me as “more than a friend,” and always felt bad. The hoodlum didn’t last long as a boyfriend and I would have been better off spending that time with Peter.
Senior year, I went to the Salesianum prom with my high school boyfriend Pat, and Peter took our neighbor and friend Kate. It was a nice reunion.