When It's Over...

There are times in a girl's life when a little retail therapy is in order. A bad day at work? Nothing you can't solve by ogling new handbags. Feeling blue for no reason? A hot new dress will have you feeling like a million bucks again in no time flat. A break up? Now there's an occasion for shoe shopping, which is exactly what I did tonight with Lauren.

Shoe shopping is not unlike dating -- you go out with a general idea of what you are looking for, try on many pairs, and attempt to find just the right fit. Sometimes, you run across something really fun and cute, and you try it on just to see what it looks like, knowing that it doesn't really fit your personality. As much as you wish you could make it work, certain shoes are just meant for other girls. Sometimes you find a shoe that looks perfect -- it appears to offer just the right balance of form and function, but when you try it on and walk around the store for a few minutes, you can start to detect the pressure points that will eventually cause blisters down the line. All you can do is cut your losses and move on to the next pair.

Tonight, Lauren and I made much sport of trying on all the most outrageous and impractical shoes from the clearance rack. At times, I wish I were the kind of girl who could pull off a five inch heel, bedecked with sequins and ruffles. But I can barely stand in such shoes, much less walk in them. Still, it's fun to have an impractical fling here and there, and enjoy the follies of youth.

Please pardon the utter crapiness of this photo -- it's hard to take a picture in a mirror in harsh fluorescent lighting without getting caught by sales associates...

Sadly, things with Zac didn't work out, but, our brief relationship was a good learning experience. I know more about myself, how I behave in a relationship, and what I am looking for than I did a month ago. That's a good thing; as they say though, all good things must come to an end. When that happens, there are always new shoes, and girlfriends to be there for you while you try them on.


  1. That post read like an episode of Sex in the City!! :)

  2. Sorry it didn't work out. Until then, enjoy your freedom. Here's to great times trying on men...I mean shoes!