A Night to Remember

Walking into the reception hall I glance around. All the girls look like they have spent countless hours preparing for tonight, after all you only go to prom once. Each girl has their hair, make up, even their nails done. As I make my way to my seat I find myself momentarily mesmerized by all the beautiful dresses. Each one is different, unique. I glance around the room again and see my friend. I make my way over there, still taking everything in. As I reach my friend, we both gasp, amazed at how beautiful the other one looks. We chat for a moment, bragging about who did our hair and where we got our dresses. I excuse myself and walk back to my table, feeling confident. When I arrive they are bringing out the first course of the meal. I look around to see who I will be eating dinner with, making polite conversation as I do. The other two girls and I exchange compliments, and the boys are quick to follow. I look around at the boys, wanting to compliment them and include them in our conversation more. But I quickly realize that there is a reason I hadn't taken notice of the boys outfits before- they are all wearing nearly the same thing. The only real difference in their outfits are the color of their ties, maybe their shirts if they're feeling adventurous that evening. But, overall, "the men's styles were unmarked". Looking around one last time, I knew that people would be talking about which girl wore this and which one wore that for weeks to come, but by tomorrow noone would remember which guy wore which black suit.