Flashback:
When I was in grade 11, I asked a guy to the prom, and he turned me down :(. Being the needy, insecure loser I was, I kept asking him why. He never gave an answer; just kept hedging.
Later, someone told me that his reason was, he couldn’t afford it. It had seemed like such a given to me that since I was the one asking, I would be the one paying, it hadn’t occurred to me to say, “And I’ll pay for everything!”.
I never attempted to clear up this misunderstanding (if it was one). A, though prom hadn’t happened yet, I felt it was too late for me to go back and say, “Hey, listen…”, and B, that might not have been his real reason. Maybe the person who told me that had been trying to spare my feelings by not telling me what he did say. And C, I just couldn’t believe that he would think I was that tacky—that I would basically shake him down for $200 or whatever he would have spent.
Had he accepted, I wouldn’t have been able to afford the whole nine, with the limo and everything. But I would have gotten the ticket, the dinner, and any other incidentals. All he would have had to do was get a tux, and a corsage for me. As far as I knew, he wasn’t in such financial straits that he couldn’t even have afforded that. And silly old me thought that we were good enough friends that he would have been willing to sacrifice that much for me.
But obviously we weren’t as good friends as I thought we were, if he didn’t think I was worth that much. And, assuming money really was the obstacle, that he couldn’t communicate that. If he had, I would have told him not to worry.
But he didn’t. And I didn’t go to prom at all.