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.