Well, I thought I would share the story of 2 dances I attended. The first one was in Junior high. A girl talked me into showing up (not as her date, just to go), and I was miserable because I was struggling with shyness, so I did something bad. When the song "3 dressed up as a 9" came on, I found the girl, and said it was her song. (Not nice, I know) But she topped me in the nasty department the next day, when she began to spread the rumor I had danced with a boy and had wore a dress. (This was the late 70's when being accused of being gay was pretty much the worst thing that could happen to a guy). What made it worse was of course, I had WANTED to come in a dress, but couldn't cope with my own fear. Life was pretty miserable for me after that until I left the school. The other dance was my high school grad, and it started pretty bad. They had us seated in tables, so as someone without a date, I was stuck sitting beside an empty chair untill the dancing started, and had to endure jokes about dating Susan Storm (aka comic book's Invisible Woman). But after the event, two girls who had kind of adopted me as a "honorary girl" decided to walk home with me. So for years afterword, I told people I might not have taken one girl to the dance, but I was the only guy to walk out with a girl on each arm.