I attended the competition in Seattle, where we wound up qualifying for the world competition in a 67-68 scoring match against the most experienced alliance of robots. I was going to see the girl again at the world show.
I came home that night to a letter written by her, tied with a small plastic key and ribbon, admitting her own attraction to me. I danced and wrote more letters. She wrote more letters, too, and we both grew more and more excited to see each other.
Then, I knew I had to ask her to Roboprom. See, the world competition takes place during most high schools' proms, so one of the teams annually hosts a prom for everyone at the competition to attend. I had in my head a number of ways to ask her. The first of which involved catching a ride to Ashland with my friend who was checking out a college there, then hitchhike over to Klamath Falls to ask the girl in person.
I knew that plan was crazy, so I talked to my mom because I knew she would talk me out of it. My mother then talked me out of it.
The next suggestion was that I compose an elaborate box of gifts and notes as a way to ask the girl. I put together the box and sent it off with anticipation. The anticipation stayed with me until the night I was recording the song I had written for her when she texted me.
She asked if I could be her date to Roboprom so some guy would ask out her friend instead of her. She hadn't received the box I had made or her. Laughing, I called her and asked if she would be my date, right then and there. She said yes, and we both laughed a lot and talked about socks or something.
I told her she would also be getting a box from me soon, and the jealous box would also ask her to be my date. She said she would love it, and she solved the puzzle when it did arrive. She sent me a picture with all the purple triangles I had cut out for her forming the word "YES!" on her carpet.
She was my date to Roboprom.
The song I wrote:
http://oboylerules.bandcamp.com/track/held-your-hand
