>I remember the first dance that I went to. I hadn't

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>I remember the first dance that I went to. I hadn't been dancing for three or four years while I was at Los Alamos; I hadn't even been in society. So I went to this dance and danced as best I could, which I thought was reasonably all right. You can usually tell when somebody's dancing with you and they feel good about it.
>As we danced I would talk with the girl a little bit; she would ask me some questions about myself, and I would ask some about her. But when I wanted to dance with a girl I had danced with before, I had to look for her.
>"Would you like to dance again?"
>"No, I'm sorry; I need some air." Or, "Well, I have to go to the ladies' room" - this and that excuse, from two or three girls in a row! What was the matter with me? Was my dancing lousy? Was my personality lousy?
>I danced with another girl, and again came the usual questions: "Are you a student, or a graduate student?"
>"No, I'm a professor"
>"Oh? A professor of what?"
>"Theoretical physics."
>"I suppose you worked on the atomic bomb."
>"Yes, I was at Los Alamos during the war."
>"You're a damn liar!"
>That relieved me a great deal. It explained everything. I had been telling all the girls the simple-minded, stupid truth, and I never knew what the trouble was. It was perfectly obvious that I was being shunned by one girl after another when I did everything perfectly nice and natural and was polite, and answered the questions. Everything would look very pleasant, and the thwoop - it wouldn't work. I didn't understand it until this woman called me a liar.
>So then I tried to avoid all the questions, and it had the opposite effect: "Are you a freshman?"
>"Well, no."
>"Are you a graduate student?"
>"No"
>"What are you?"
>"I don't want to say."
>"Why won't you tell us what you are?"
>"I don't want to..." - and they'd keep talking to me!
>I ended up with two girls over at my house...

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