I look back on my high school days with mixed feelings. I somehow had a good group of friends and generally good memories, but I was painfully shy with girls. It was my junior year, and I was asked to the Junior Girls dance by a girl I barely knew. I cannot remember her name.

I was somewhat ok at the dance until one of the other guys came up to me, raised my pant leg and said loudly “white socks.” Already nervous about having to talk to a girl that I barely knew and armed with this new knowledge that no one wears white socks with a suit, I spent most of the evening staring at my feet, instead of paying attention to my date.

Obviously, that girl never paid me much attention again.