aneverydaystory Readers Reveal Worst School Dance Experiences

From a Facebook commenterOktiv6:

I jumped off the stage and landed in a puddle. My feet came out from under me, and I cracked my tailbone. I am 43, and it still hurts.

From a Facebook commenterSamantha G:

I ripped my pants at a 6th-grade dance. My date spilled Coke on my dress at the 8th-grade dance, ignored me most of the time, and then left me at the restaurant after.

From a Facebook commenterStopp J:

I got there late and could not get in.

From a Facebook commenterBecky G:

Junior/senior (11th/12th grade) prom. My boyfriend proposed to me on the dance floor. I was too embarrassed to say no. The relationship ended after two months.

From a Facebook commenterBrandie V:

Getting stood up for prom.

From a Facebook commenterLisa O'Dell:

I went to the 9th-grade dance alone. Only one guy asked me to dance. Then he never spoke to me again throughout high school.

From a Facebook commenterGillian D:

I went to an all-girls school. Does that answer your question?

From a Facebook commenterBuck P:

In junior year homecoming, my date left halfway through the dance because I kissed another girl after the game the night before.

From a Facebook commenterBill H:

A girl I would do anything for would not be with me. My friend got her to dance with me once. I remember it. Then she just walked away.

From a Facebook commenterBrittany M:

My friend and others made me dance with my crush at homecoming. It was so awkward, even though he and I were friends.

From a Facebook commenterKathryn J:

No one asked me to dance. It hurt. So my daddy danced with me.

From a Facebook commenterRic B:

My girlfriend was being punished and did not show up. The school held a dance contest. Being nuts, I danced with a broom and got an honorable mention. The worst part was my girlfriend and I practiced our dance for hours, and she could not attend.

From a Facebook commenterHeather M:

I did the tootsie roll when the song started while everyone else stood around like fools. They did not stop making fun of me, and I did not stop.

From a Facebook commenterJen W:

In 8th grade, I finally gathered the courage to ask my crush to dance. His clique figured out my plan and one of the popular girls intercepted me, deliberately asking him right in front of me. I was publicly humiliated but left the gym to avoid showing it.

The following Monday, I felt sick to my stomach but blamed my nerves and went to school. Two hours later, I was curled up in the office in severe pain. What I thought were nerves turned out to be a stomach infection. If things had gone differently at the dance, I might not have ignored the early signs and would have stayed home that day.

From a Facebook commenterCraig W:

I danced to something not slow, but I did not care because I had fun.