I have a friend who every time she bought a new pair of shoes she would sleep with them. I did that every time I met a new boy.
But that was long ago.
I recently was at an event and started chatting with a lovely girl who had great shoes on. I come to learn she met her husband on match.com. I am always fascinated by how you find someone of depth on these sites, and what about his profile attracted her to begin with. After conversing for some time, she suggested I shop for a man online the same way I shop for shoes. I pondered that for a few days, and realized that what I usually like in shoes, I like in boys.
I need to be in the mood for a certain type.
Tall, kinda sexy, stylish with an edge, smart yet fun. But occasionally,interchangeable with rugged and rock and roll.
Boys, like shoes, need to be the kind you’d fight to the death for. The kind of shoes you kiss when you first buy and feel lucky to have found them, but then are able to put those shoes in the closet and forget about them, only to rediscover the same fabulous pair at another time, and be just as happy as the day you bought them.
You want them to last a lifetime, but be able to store them for a rainy day.