these stories always make me laugh. Just a few weeks ago I was dancing with this guy who keeps hitting on me (and every other female in the area). We were dancing tango and so I was looking to the left and I notice he's grinning. I don't think too much of it but then the dance ends and I look down. Apparently I had lost weight since the last time I'd worn the dress and it had twisted around showing almost all of one boob. The guy just smiled and kinda laughed. I was mortified but just laughed and pulled the dress back up. I went to the restroom after that and taped myself into the dress to be sure it didn't happen again. Another one from when I first started social dancing. I am a very shy person and was kinda hiding in the corner without meaning to so no one was asking me to dance. My teacher came over and danced with me and then told me to sit in the front so people could see me. I then noticed him go over and talk to this guy who then came and asked me to dance. I was embarassed that my teacher had to ask him to ask me. Then when were dancing waltz our knees kept banging together. I was new at waltz and he was the same height as me (unusual since i'm 5'1). I actually fled after the dance and took me about a year to get up the courage to go again.