I am and was 5'9" and when I was in high school (in the early 70s) that was the kiss of death. I also moved every couple of years so was always the new girl in school. One day my newest friend convinced me to go to a dance with her and two guys. Little did I know that both guys thought that they had a date with her (she, of course was actually considerably shorter than the guys in question). I spent a miserable, and I do mean miserable night while both guys tried to get my (cute 5'1" friend) to dance with them, while I wallflowered my night away.
Ironically, when prom time came around one of those boys started lingering around my house, wanting me to go to the prom with him. He actually got his mother to get my mother to let him take me to the prom.
I got a baby-sitting job for the night and told my mother to tell his mother that he should treat people better.
So, didn't get to the prom, and suspect I'm better for it.