Ryan thinks you're taking me to Prom. He asked me last night what I would think of going to Prom with you. What would I think of it? Well, now, I think that Ryan's going crazy, because the Prom is in June, and it's March, and we've kissed twice but we're still not going out, so what's the point of it all? Why bother asking me now, when we aren't going to have anything in June? But that's not what I told him. I realized that the way things work with you and your friends is that your friends suggest something to you and you shrug it off. And then they suggest it again, and again, and again, and in the end, maybe you don't end up doing what they told you to, but you end up going on the path towards doing it. So I told Ryan that I'd be pleasantly surprised if you asked me, adding that I don't expect it nor am I planning for it, and he asked me what my parents would think. I didn't tell him my father thinks I'm too good for you, like you're some sort of community college that I'm thinking of applying to. Too good? In a sense of character, in a sense of 'deserving' someone, then no, I'm not too good for you at all, and I don't think there are too many people that anyone is 'too good' for. He thinks you're a slacker, says that you're rubbing off on me, says that he doesn't want me spending time with you. He'd hate the idea of us at Prom just as much as he hates the idea of you and I as an "us" in any situation, but he'd deal, wouldn't he? Listen to me. I've turned into a freak.