I solved this problem for life by going to my 10 year reunion (a mostly Mormon town). I only went because I happened to be on a motorcycle trip in the region with a girlfriend, a certified Freaky-Chick™️.
I had my own bike, but chose to ride on the back of hers to add extra confusion.
Just to be sure I was not included any more, I loudly proposed we wait at least 25 years for another when the choices presented were 5 or 10 years for the next one.
I did something similar, was deep in the gothic scene at the time, put on my best makeup and goth bling, came with my equally goth gf, and behaved pretty out of it. My school time was hell, so it was fair retribution.
I solved this problem for life by going to my 10 year reunion (a mostly Mormon town). I only went because I happened to be on a motorcycle trip in the region with a girlfriend, a certified Freaky-Chick™️.
I had my own bike, but chose to ride on the back of hers to add extra confusion.
Just to be sure I was not included any more, I loudly proposed we wait at least 25 years for another when the choices presented were 5 or 10 years for the next one.
I did something similar, was deep in the gothic scene at the time, put on my best makeup and goth bling, came with my equally goth gf, and behaved pretty out of it. My school time was hell, so it was fair retribution.