My phone rang a little before 8:00am. Caller ID showed it was my neighbor one circle up from mine. "This might sound a little strange, but I didn't know who else to call," she began. "Yes?" I responded; my curiosity was piqued. "You have a teenage daughter, right? Is she old enough to date?" "Well, yes, Kaitlin is 16." Now I was worried. "Well," my neighbor continued, "my kids found the strangest thing on my doorstep this morning..." After she explained to me the situation I promised to come right over as soon as I dropped Jared off at school.
When I got to her house it was just as she described: broken balloons, little scraps of paper all over the table, and two teddy bears, both adorable. "Here's the poem." She thrust a small rolled up paper into my hands that contained a cute attempt at rhyme asking the recipient to the Homecoming Dance. The gist was that you had to spell out the name of the asker with the provided letters. Spread across the table were about 20 letters on little squares of paper.
My neighbor explained that the bears and balloons arrived with no explanation, so she assumed that someone was inviting their family to some sort of party so she popped the balloons to get the message. When she realized that the invitation was not for her (she has no teenage daughters) she was puzzled and was trying to think what girls in the neighborhood it might be for. She thought it was probably for Kaitlin, as her house is in the same position in her circle as ours is in ours, but she was unsure because she also had a teenage girl right next door that it might be for. We puzzled out the letters, but couldn't be certain what name it spelled, and even if we came up with a name how could we know which girl they intended to ask? I came home to find Kaitlin eating breakfast. I explained the situation to her and she agreed to post a "to whom it may concern" notice on Facebook.
I'll let Kaitlin tell the rest of the story:
Well, lets be honest. As soon as I heard the whole story, I was pretty certain who had asked me and what had happened. But how can you know FOR SURE? So after about 20 minutes online, my facebook post had earned 15 likes and 2 comments. And then my friend Aysa called, which was when I got completely confused. She said she knew which boy had made the mistake, that he was freaking out, and asked for the my neighbor's address. After 2 hours of agonizing, "Who did it? It was for me! But maybe it was for that other girl! I hope it was for me! But then so and so had said such and such about Homecoming yesterday, which could have been a hint that someone was going to ask..."etc, etc. a gift arrived on our doorstep. Whaddaya know? 2 teddy bears and a poem, and 2 sad balloons filled with letters.
As soon as I looked at the letters, I knew that my suspicions had been correct, but just for kicks, I tried to spell out the individual names of every guy in One Direction and David Archuleta. Alas, not enough vowels. ;)
While I was screaming on the phone to my besties about the awesomeness of this whole experience, I found out that all of my friends knew about this plan to ask me to Homecoming, and had for at least 2 weeks. That's awkward. So I guess it all worked out in the end. But gee, it was sure embarrassing for my Homecoming date. It makes me sad to think he was trying so hard to do a good job, and then just screwed up the address. Out of respect, when I retell the story to people, I conveniently leave out the whole wrong-doorstep problem.:) But I'm excited. My best friend got asked the next day, and we hope to go dress shopping together. I admit to being a little stressed out, never having gone to a formal dance before, anddd so I don't know the protocol. I suppose I'll figure it out sooner or later.
Becky here. I got a call from my neighbor later that day. She said that a very embarrassed and humble young man showed up on her doorstep to ask for the return of the teddy bears. He told her that this was the first ever time he had asked a girl to a dance, he screwed it up, and he knew that he would have to spend a few weeks living his mistake down at school. Poor kid!


























