The Housesitter, Part 3, Page 4

Aww, I went to this dance hoping I might meet a handsome young man and flirt and dance with him, which when you live in the middle of a forest with your mother doesn’t happen every day. But there were no eligible young men at this dance. So messed up! There I was in my Tripp mini-skirt (which I still have :D) and my dancing shoes, and there wasn’t a single fox in sight.

Where the heck were you supposed to meet boys? (I guess at high school, but being home-schooled and then in my early 20′s, such an intermingling was not to be had.)