I'm going to the prom.

No you did not read that wrong. I am somebody's prom date. For a real, honest to G-d high school prom. Some of you who know me may remember in August when I made out (literally just a bit of kissing) with a fan of mine in Hampton, VA. Well since then he's emailed and called me a few times and I get back to him (in true rockstar fashion) whenever I feel like it. He loves it and keeps coming back for more.

So when I emailed him to let him know that I have a show down in his hood next weekend this started a chain of email flirting. Bad, notintoyou, very very bad! So one thing leads to another and he says to me, "I have an idea but I want to run it by you first." This can only be bad. He says, "I want to come up to New York for the weekend during my spring break. It would be really fun to hang out with you and see the city." This kid has BALLS. So I say to him, "I'll think about it if I can be your prom date."

Within seconds there's another email in my inbox. "Are you serious???? I would LOVE to go to the prom with you!!!" Followed by several more comments like "you know you really want to go."

The truth is, I kinda do. Is that terrible? One of my closest friends lives down there. At the ripe old age of 21, he regularly sleeps with 18 year old high school seniors and you know he's going, so why the fuck not? This kid would certainly be the studliest kid in school and hell, I get to buy a prom dress! I'll have to borrow that flask from my best friend though...