The Art of the Promposal

If you have a 16 year old girl in your house you might have heard the word “prom” mentioned 1 or 2(million) times over the past month. It seems as soon as the holiday season was over, my daughter and her friends dived right into prom season. The actual event isn’t until May but there is SO much to plan!! <OMG> I do think it’s really cool that girls no longer have to wait around for a boy to ask them. They now feel comfortable doing the asking themselves or it’s also totally acceptable for them to just go with a group of friends. I mean, really it’s not about dates anyway. Prom is a rite of passage. It’s about celebrating your high school years. It’s about food and music and getting all dressed up. It’s about hanging with your friends. But, first, before all of that, it’s about the Promposal! 

For anyone not familiar with this term, you can Google it or check out some videos on YouTube but simply put a Promposal is a fancy or creative way to ask someone to the prom. To be fair, it’s usually someone that you know in advance will say “yes” so no one gets embarrassed. When you live in a small town, like we do, you naturally know everyone and therefore know everyone’s business as well.  Over the years I have heard of or witnessed lots of interesting promposels.

Even my son who is now in college was bitten by the bug. The first time he asked his girlfriend to the prom, he was hosting the school talent show. He and his rented tux went down into the audience with the microphone and a dozen roses and asked her in front of the entire audience. It was a moment! The second time he asked (same girl) was during their senior class trip to Disney World. He enlisted the help of her favorite character, Ariel, by asking her to pass a note while they were having their photo taken with her! He has his father’s romantic tendencies!

Here are a few more of my favorites:

  • Boy and Girl are at band practice. Boy asks Girl to please get his guitar for him. When she opens the case, instead of finding the guitar she finds it filled with roses and a note…
  • Boy has pizza delivered to Girls house with “PROM?” spelled out in pepperoni…
  • Girl has friend deliver a wristwatch to Boy in the cafeteria with a note saying “Isn’t it about time we went to the prom?”
  • Boy, who is lucky enough to have an uncle who has connections with the town road works department, “borrows” one of those electronic blinking road signs (the ones that tell you “road work ahead” or “lane ends”) and programs it to blink “KATIE, PROM? ❤️ JOE”. Then they place it on the road she takes to and from school. She got a lot of calls from her friends that day!…
  • With the Principal’s permission, Boy invites Girl to Prom during the morning announcements…
  • And, romantic in its simplicity, Boy has a huge crush on very sweet and pretty girl who lived in France for most of her life. He figures out how to write “Will you go to Prom with me?” in French and gives her a bouquet and a note in homeroom. Her answer? “Oui!”

I’m curious. Does this crazy practice go on all over or just here in the Northeastern US? If anyone has any other Promposels stories to share, I’d love to hear them!!

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5 responses to “The Art of the Promposal

  1. Just witnessed our daughter’s final promposal a few weeks ago..It was cute, but way too late at night. Her date had a friend (huge kid-never met him) ring the doorbell while he hid in the bushes..They’re lucky I opened the door!

  2. Funny that this is catching on. A long, long time ago, before this could be Googled, a boy asked me to prom by putting a rose in my mailbox with a note that said “Prom?” We were good friends and he had always been very sweet. He asked me as soon as he heard my boyfriend broke up with me. We went with a group of friends and had a great time.

    Very cool that your son was into it. Those are awesome stories.

  3. I have never heard of a promposal, that is adorable. And terrifying.

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