"The blonde is next, and he is someone I used to date and in fact only broke up with around three months ago so I think it'll be easy; I find him in the corner talking to two other guys and I glide over and because I am me I am wearing an incredible dress tonight; this one looks almost like it is made of metal; it has this slinky way of falling all over my hips and I feel like an on faucet in it and of course I am the most dressed up at the party, I always am, but that's the whole point, so when the host inevitably looks down at her everybodyownsthem jeans at the front door and says, 'Oh, but it's not a formal party,' I smile at her with as many teeth as I can fit and wink and say, 'That's fine, that's fine, I just felt like wearing this tonight.' Inevitably, the next time I see that same host she has more lipstick on or a new glittering necklace her mother bought her but lady she is dust next to me inside this silverness."
--Willful Creatures, by Aimee Bender
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