At Prom Only One Boy Asked Me to Dance and Thirty Years Later Our Paths Crossed Again

team, but not the kind that made you nervous about it. A girl named Caitlin sophomore year. Two rows ahead of her in AP History. The kind of boy about whom the most remarkable thing was how unremarkable his decency was, how it did not appear to require an audience.

He stopped in front of her and said hey.

Emily actually looked behind her, because there continue reading …