It's your junior year of high school, the year is 1977.
The boy you've been going steady with for almost two years now is about to graduate in a few months, which is great. He'll be free and off and away in college and you will be stuck in the proverbial prison which is high school.
He's ready to get away from it all for good, leave high school and the "wonder years" behind him. You were you, not too popular, but a dweeb or hated either, you were simply yourself... But then, in your eyes Ira was a legend. He had participated in theater, student government, and yearbook; he was even the co-editor of the school's literary magazine. How could he do all of this and still maintain his grades when you could barely do your Pre-Calculus homework? Even the idea was beyond you.
But he was your man, and he thought you were great too and nothing else really mattered.
He picked you up at your house at around 7, and decided that it would be a funny joke to take a picture with your next door neighbor instead of you.
The night itself was magical, after he picked you up. You two went to the dance and shared tender moments while swaying to the unshaken voice of Shaun Cassidy. It might have possibly been the best night I've had in my life, because afterwards... in his parents basement we lied together and I lost "it" to him, and it was the greatest experience I ever had.
We were both fumbling and awkward teenagers, which in my opinion made the experience all the more enjoyable. It was lovely and sweet and I still look back on it with the fondest of memories.
