I took a drop-in dance class at a local bar in Portland. The women make a circle on the outside and the men make a circle on the inside. Every five minutes or so, the teacher tells the men to rotate and they all move one woman clockwise.
Anway, I was partnered with a tall, blond, "I could be on Baywatch" Australian guy and all of a sudden, he just walked away and went and stood in the corner of the room because he didn't want to dance with me, even for a few minutes.
I didn't know what to do...couldn't dance by myself and it was clear to the hunderd or so other students what was going on.
To this day, even when I read posts about dancing again when we feel more confident in our bodies, I can still feel that shame washing over me in waves from that dance class.