After 50-plus years, Janet McCornack still remembers the name of a boy who asked to take her to their high school prom.  He was in her math class.  He wore a flannel shirt, lace-up leather boots, and jeans with the cuffs rolled up.  He was the class logger.

He called her on the phone, and asked if she would go to the prom with him.  She replied, “I’m sorry, but I already have a date.”

“Oh, no!” he exclaimed.  “Now what am I going to do?  You were the last one on my list.”