If you're LDS, you had probably just turned the magical age of 14. You were anxious -- perhaps a tad too anxious -- as you carefully combed your closet for the perfect grand entrance outfit. Three hours later, with your Dad at the wheel, you sat in the passenger seat, holding that little square "Dance Card" given to you the week before by your Bishop. What a fun interview that was, right?
After showing your "recommend for dancing" to the Priesthood rep there at the door, I'm sure you did not make a bee line for the cultural hall where lights, sounds of laughter, and popular music breathed through the air like an overwhelmingly hot 2nd period high school gym class. Instead you raced to every girl's sanctuary: The Ladies Room.
You know -- the place with a few stalls where you could "stall" until the slow songs were over to avoid looking desperate while waiting for some lanky, glasses-wearing, deacon-turned-teacher to ask you to dance. (I use the word "dance" very loosely.)
I'm sure once you heard a fast song starting up, you looked at your face in the mirror for the bazillionth time and mentally pushed yourself out of the restroom and down the church halls into the big old place full of teenagers.