Hey shoe guys and gals,
Living in a city like New York or San Francisco, or even a small town where the opportunity for shopping is slim to none, we're all looking for love on some level. Now I know everyone says food or shopping can't fill the void of not having a significant other, but I highly disagree with that. At least the shopping part. Who needs a balding man who doesn't have enough sense to wear sandals without socks, let alone figure out the workings of your vagina, when you can have a shoe that will make you feel fabulous no matter what. Shoe's are always there, and they're so supportive. Now not all pairs are as supportive and trustworthy as others. In fact, shoe's are much like people, with personalities and quirks. Take Norma Jean for example.
Norma is my pair of Miu Miu blue canvas wedges. Now she may be so last season, or even last year, but she's fabulous non the less, and she's always there for me in a pinch. If I know it's a beautiful spring or summer day and I need someone light and easy to spend the day with, I know I can count on Norma. Her nice blue will give a pop to just about any outfit, without taking too much attention away from my dress or face, and her being a wedge, she's extra supportive, and better for walking over street grates. Norma is the best friend who's always got your back and always sensitive to your feelings and needs, she'd never steal your thunder by outshining a red blazer or sweetheart dress, and she'd always try to make walking across the city as seemless as possible.
Now lets think of how, if at all, a man could be helpful to me in the same situation. If I want someone that's easy to spend a beautiful spring or summer day with, a man is almost definitely going to be less reliable. It's a nice day, say I want to go shopping, or go to Central Park. If I invite Joe-Schmo to the park with me, chance's are he'll arrive way late, leaving me and Norma Jean to stand alone, as most benches would be taken on a nice day; and we can't sit and get grass stains on our new Nanette Lepore dress. Bringing me to my next point, when Joe Schmo does arrive, he'll most definitely be missing a blanket for Norma and I to sit on. And if it's a nice, warm day, you can bet your heels Joe will be sweating. He may even be unshaven, not the sexy lumberjack, 'I style my beard' shaven, but the pubes on face shaven. When a mans face has long little prickles, that resemble the hairs on your lady parts about two weeks after a wax.
