Sole searching
I thought I was looking for Michael.
I was, in fact, letting go of Julia.
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We all look for big signs and little epiphanies to make it easier to live with quotidian truths.
When you have been in a relationship for longer than your last three hairstyles, either you have severely damaged hair or you tend to look forward to little nudges of reassurance that you are indeed headed in the right direction.
I had one such moment a couple of weeks ago. I was shopping at Bloomingdale's at the upscale Stanford Shopping Center, surrounded by boots, stilettos, pumps, wedges and other such joys of life. It was at this point in time that I heard the voice of true love.
A frantic phone call to India. To the boyfriend of course, who was not exactly thrilled at being woken up at 7 AM on a Saturday.
"Sweetie, I think I now know for sure that I love you"
"Huh, what?"
"I am in a store full of $400 shoes. Some of them are so beautiful that I could cry. And not just because I can't afford them. And guess what's the first thought that comes to my mind - I want you to buy these shoes for me! Isn't that awesome?"
"Me? I am not sure I understand.."
"Don't you get it? I want you to buy me expensive stuff. I think I am finally coming to terms with this couple thing. Aren't you happy?"
Well, let's just say that Cupid didn't strike both of us at the same time. What are we mere mortals to make of time zones if messengers of God falter with them?
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The rush of a new love is a feeling matched by few others. This giddying joy can often make you do things that you regret once you are out of the initial stupor.
Like buy two pairs of shoes, each more expensive than any other item in your wardrobe.
It can make you try on those shoes with every one of those not-as-expensive items in your wardrobe.
It can make you ache to look at these prized possessions every ten minutes.
It can make you wake up at the break of dawn to photograph magenta shoes against autumn leaves.
It can make you feel like a bimbette, and not mind it.
When you see every beautiful shoe as a part of your soul, bent and twisted into shape by the Devil himself, and still can't help loving them, you know you are in trouble.
Yes, the love of shoes can make you sell your soul. Bruise your toes. Sprain your back.
Falling in love, quite literally, can be hard on the knees.
I was, in fact, letting go of Julia.
--
We all look for big signs and little epiphanies to make it easier to live with quotidian truths.
When you have been in a relationship for longer than your last three hairstyles, either you have severely damaged hair or you tend to look forward to little nudges of reassurance that you are indeed headed in the right direction.
I had one such moment a couple of weeks ago. I was shopping at Bloomingdale's at the upscale Stanford Shopping Center, surrounded by boots, stilettos, pumps, wedges and other such joys of life. It was at this point in time that I heard the voice of true love.
A frantic phone call to India. To the boyfriend of course, who was not exactly thrilled at being woken up at 7 AM on a Saturday.
"Sweetie, I think I now know for sure that I love you"
"Huh, what?"
"I am in a store full of $400 shoes. Some of them are so beautiful that I could cry. And not just because I can't afford them. And guess what's the first thought that comes to my mind - I want you to buy these shoes for me! Isn't that awesome?"
"Me? I am not sure I understand.."
"Don't you get it? I want you to buy me expensive stuff. I think I am finally coming to terms with this couple thing. Aren't you happy?"
Well, let's just say that Cupid didn't strike both of us at the same time. What are we mere mortals to make of time zones if messengers of God falter with them?
--
The rush of a new love is a feeling matched by few others. This giddying joy can often make you do things that you regret once you are out of the initial stupor.
Like buy two pairs of shoes, each more expensive than any other item in your wardrobe.
It can make you try on those shoes with every one of those not-as-expensive items in your wardrobe.
It can make you ache to look at these prized possessions every ten minutes.
It can make you wake up at the break of dawn to photograph magenta shoes against autumn leaves.
It can make you feel like a bimbette, and not mind it.
When you see every beautiful shoe as a part of your soul, bent and twisted into shape by the Devil himself, and still can't help loving them, you know you are in trouble.
Yes, the love of shoes can make you sell your soul. Bruise your toes. Sprain your back.
Falling in love, quite literally, can be hard on the knees.