I went to the dance tonight.  My friends made the point that I should go and show that I’m still ‘fine’ and then if I decide to leave I can. Other friends reminded me that there are lots of people who like dancing with me. Really, it’s probably that he’s talking through his ass.
Sadly though he was on the door when I arrived, but I got distracted by chatting with the guy who runs the venue so I didn’t have to say much.   I managed to stay away from him for most of the night, but I realized by something one person said that they’re discussing things as much as I have been. At the end of the night I was there still and most of my close friends were gone — some were left of course but not enough of the known trust worthy friends. So I went home — the dance was over but I otherwise would have stayed and chatted with people.
Anyhow, I did it. I even had a good time. It helped that I looked pretty hot.  I don’t know what I’ll decide in the future but I made it through today.