I am certain that many of you could easily reminisce about prom dates from hell, and yes, I have had my experience in this realm as well. My story of prom dates from hell actually dates back to when I was in 10^th grade, and was asked to the prom by a senior. She was a very pretty girl name Christine, who I had wanted to go out with for quite some time. Therein lies the tragedy—she did not tell me she had a boyfriend—and then she asked me out to the prom with her. I assumed that she was single because she never had mentioned her boyfriend, nor had I ever seen him. But to no avail, she was going out with somebody else. So this is where I get my prom dates from hell story. The boyfriend showed up the day of the prom with all of his buddies and challenged me to fight. I tried to explain to him that I had no idea they were together but he made it apparent that he did not care. To make a long prom dates from hell story short, a buddy came to my rescue. Needless to say I went on to the prom, and her ex-boyfriend went to the hospital to get his eye stitched up.