Actually, as I recall, it was losing a drunken bet that had me dancing with her at the party my dorm was throwing.
As a result, I was on “MD” duty that night. That is to say, we made sure ANY girl who came to our parties got danced with.
That night, I lost the bet at the pre-party, and got assigned as the Doctor: He who administered the Mercy Dance. . .
(evil grin)
We had somewhat the same thing at a place I used to work at some years ago. Some of us mates used to gather at an agreed establishment for drinks and dances. We would each contribute ten dollars into the Kitty (local fund) to be given to whoever danced with the least-attractive girl that night. Sometimes the amount would be quite noticeable if enough of us were there.
Met and danced with a lot of sheilas -and found out that quite a few of them had very attractive friends. *grin*
Fond memories, good times. A great lot of nice girls.