I went to a girls' school, hardly knew any boys. (Another whole subject).
Liked the guy I asked to my junior prom - talked with him decades later after there was a spread in the news about him, and he mixed me up with someone else. Heh. He was wildly glad to hear from me but thought I was another girl..
Was set up at my senior prom with the son of a friend of my dad's. Nice guy - and we both would have probably been fine without meeting. (Makes me wonder at this late date about the machinations behind that.) I remember thinking less of him for being younger. Snort... snort since I eventually married someone much younger, and snort because he was really dazzlingly cute and smart and I didn't care, fool on two feet that I was.
So, Marty, carry on, mom...