Anyone familiar with an Anthropology textbook will of course recognize the situation I was in. In the heat of my first breakthrough, Ethnocentricity reared its ugly head. However it might be noted that I never regarded myself as a ladies man, and was not accustomed to the role of eligible bachelor near the top of the "desirable" category. While I knew that in the North country "white guys" were next to "bush pilots" in the pecking order, it simply never occurred to me that this included me.

At the next dance I was dancing with everyone. Eugene asked me if I would see Yvette home safely, as he had to go somewhere. I said I would, but at the end of the evening she wasn't there. A couple of guys engaged me in a conversation about some things I would need to follow through on.  They wanted me to meet their clan leader who would be at their place later that evening. Thus I left the dance hall with them. A short distance away from the dance hall we encountered Yvette, who was with a group of women. As we passed by, she said "Good Night Sir" to me. Something in her tone of voice told me I had blundered.