Saturday Night and you’ve just gotten home from work, the doorbell rings and it’s the pizza man. You don’t remember ordering pizza but you accept it any way. You lift the lid and across the cheesy goodness the letters “P-R-O-M” are spelled out in pepperonis. Under the pizza lies the name of your dream boy.  It’s a dream come true. Let’s be honest, a guy who gives you pizza is a dream come true.

When you answer, your own puniness amuses you. Your date is awed by your unique ability to play on words.

Finding the dress is easy; the first dress you try on fits perfectly and is so beautiful on you that you start to tear up. It’s the perfect Say Yes to the Dress moment. You check the price tag and find that not only is it on sale, but you won’t have to sell everything you own to buy it. No alterations necessary to make it more perfect.

You spend hours getting your hair just right and your make-up perfect. You want to look just right.

He knocks on the door right on time with roses in his hand and a smile on his face. His mouth practically drops when he sees you looking perfect in your perfect dress; it’s just a perfect moment. Your parents love him and extend your curfew a few hours later.

He leads you out to a sleek black limousine, that’s not even chauffeured by his mom, opens your door and helps you load the tons of fluff from your dress into the car. Just as you pull away the sun starts to set bathing you in a beautiful orange light.

Dinner is at the swankiest restaurant in town. Of course you don’t spill anything, even though you’re eating foods that are usually on the messy side.

You walk into the dance arm and arm with your date, and everyone in the room turns and stares at you, you are the prettiest girl in the room. A slow song starts to play and your date knows how to dance.
Reality

The doorbell rings and standing there is that sophomore boy who is a year younger than you and three inches shorter. He asks you to prom in person making it impossible for you to object. So you say “Sure!” with all the enthusiasm you can muster.

Going dress shopping is a pain; you don’t even know where to go to buy that “perfect dress.” You spend hours looking, and shed many tears. There are problems with all of them, size, shape, length, color. Finally you find something that is only slightly out of your original budget and only needs six or seven alterations. After being pricked with needles to get the fit just right, you finally have your dress.

You think your hair will only take you an hour, but unfortunately you’re wrong, when he knocks on the door, you’re still doing your hair. You haven’t even done your makeup. So you rush through it and don’t look as gorgeous as you had hoped.

Putting on the boutonniere is the harder to do than it looks; it takes you, your mom and him just to pin it on slightly straight. Your parents snap a thousand pictures and your mom starts crying.

Despite being a sophomore, your date is the perfect gentleman as he helps you into his mom’s minivan. Your dress is big enough that it takes five minutes just to get into the car.

Dinner is at one of the guys in your group’s house, but his mom is an amazing cook.

The dance isn’t the perfectly romantic Cinderella moment that Disney portrays it as. It may get hot and gross, but it’s still the most fun dance of the year.