My High School Harem

In my junior year of high school, I asked a good friend of mine, “Tammy,” to the homecoming dance.

As homecoming approached, I coordinated with several of my friends to do a group dinner. We settled on a murder mystery dinner hosted by one of the girls.

Several couples attended the dinner, and we had a blast. I quickly was exposed as not the murderer, but I still enjoyed watching the interplay and creativity of the party attendees.

After the dinner it was time to go to the dance. Oddly, several of the guys decided to opt out. I found this perplexing: hadn’t they already purchased tickets? Why didn’t they want to go dancing with their dates (which, for me, was going to be the highlight of the evening)? I could tell that their dates were miffed and wanted to go to the dance as well, so I spoke up and offered to take all four of the abandoned girls to the dance.

I don’t remember how all six of us got to the dance, but we made it there and had a good time dancing around. I would cycle among each of the girls, but tried to favor dancing with Tammy. I, of course, was respectful: eyes above the neckline, no overreaching, a bible’s distance between me and the girl when dancing. Tammy even pointed out the disparity between my dancing style and the style of the hundreds of other dance attendees, but my beliefs about what women wanted respect-wise required that I interpret her statement as an observation rather than a hint.

Although my five dates expressed enjoyment and appreciation for the group date, I later realized that I hadn’t consulted with Tammy before offering my services to the other four. That was hugely insensitive of me, and I am grateful that she didn’t ever bring that up.