It's hard for me to come up with a single "worst" Prom experience since I've had so many bad ones. So, rather than try to narrow it down, I'll share them all and let you decide for yourselves.

My Junior Prom:
Val was a senior and a cheerleader. We had been study hall buddies for a while. I wasn't dating anyone and figured we'd have a lot of fun at Prom - just friends. I asked her to be my date and as luck would have it, two weeks later started dating Ann Marie who already had a date to Prom, too.

The Spill - Prom finally came about four weeks later. A few friends and I had a rented a limo, picked up our dates, and headed to a restaurant. About 10 minutes into dinner, our waitress spilled an entire Diet Coke onto Val, soaking her Prom dress. Prom: 1 - Bill: 0

The Shocker - Eventually my friends' dates calmed Val down enough to make an appearance and leave for Prom. The night was going well, and she was coming around and having a good time. I was able to convince her that no one could see the soda stains and was even able to squeeze in a few dances with Ann Marie.

But then it all fell to pieces in a hurry. With about 10 minutes left, Ann Marie drops a bomb on me. She and her family are moving to London for nine months and are leaving in two weeks. And on the way to the after-party, Val tells me she wants to be more than friends and has for months. Me good with the ladies? Umm, not so much. Prom: 2 - Bill: 0

Sonya's Senior Prom:
That same year, I was asked to Senior Prom by my friend Tanu's best friend, Sonya. Tanu was going with another one of my friends, Adam. So I figured, why not? We were all going together; It would be a hoot.

The Barfer - Little did we know that Tanu was heavily medicated and shouldn't be downing shot after shot of lukewarm peach schnappes in the back of Adam's van. And that's where I spent the majority of that Prom--standing outside a brown and orange conversion van, fetching water and wet paper towels for my friend. Yep, what a hoot!!! Prom: 3 - Bill: 0

My Senior Prom:
I had been dating Lisa for a few months and had already attended her Junior Prom (the only uneventful Prom I've been to: Prom: 3 - Bill: 1). It was time for my Senior Prom. It was going to be a blast!

Deer vs. Limo - So, we're in the limo on our way from the restaurant to the Prom. Our limo driver let us open a few (okay, it was six) champagne bottles. All was good, when all of a sudden BAM! It wasn't so much that we hit a deer as it hit us. The deer had slammed into the side of the limo leaving a ginormous dent. Mind you, this was before the days of cell phones, so we waited and waited. Meanwhile, the driver was getting jittery that the police were on their way and he had underage drinkers in his limo. So we did what we had to do--finished it all in the time it took for the police to respond.

We made it to Prom about two hours late. We were in time for the Prom song, but when I looked around for Lisa she was already in the restroom doing her best Tanu impression (see The Barfer above). Prom: 4 - Bill: 1

Lisa's Senior Prom:
Fast forward a year. I had finished my freshman year of college and had done the whole long-distance relationship with Lisa. We'd had rough patches but had made it through, and I was looking forward to a summer of reconnecting.

The Break-up - My first weekend home was her Senior Prom, and coincidentally, two days before my 19th birthday. We had a great time at the Prom. Everything seemed good. But the next morning, Lisa cut me loose. Thanks for the good time. Happy Birthday. Sayonara! Oh yeah, Bill's good with the ladies.

Final Score--Prom: 5 - Bill: 1