Natalija
Queen of LaLa Land, state of Capital Bulshit :P
There was once I guy who was probably nineteen or twenty, rather over-weight, fiery red hair, and a drawling way of talking that always seemed to end up at the formal dances I went to. He was really sweet, but he ruined every evening for me. He would always, ALWAYS ask me to dance at least four times in an evening...and the worst of it was; he had a limp and he really didn't know how to dance. It is very awkward for the girl to try and teach the guy to dance! So, when I would really love to be dancing, I would be hiding out in the corner so that he wouldn't ask me again; and because of that, no other guy would ask me to dance either.
I finally developed a method of moving nonchalantly towards the snack table whenever I saw him approaching. I felt bad...but man! it was just awful to have him for a dance partner!!
Wel, not sure how dances work over there... but theres always the option of saying "no thanx" vhen someone asks you to dance. Maybe you shuld have tryed that insted of hiding?