These boots were made for walkin'

Ok so that's stealing a song title, but you know what? She's indifferent. Anyway, it's fitting because this is not going to be a happy post. Nor a sad one. It's probably equal to what a sociopath might write, except that she's definately not that but it's fun to pretend sometimes.

Basically, another post about love, or lackthereof (really there are no spaces in that word she just checked...really!) And honestly she's not bitter at all about being single, she's liking spending time with her friends and hanging out etc. But there's always that nagging question: is it because of something she's doing?

Now, for those of you who know about her most recent dating mishaps (the bad kisser) to the scandals ('nuff said...if you know, you know.) Oddly enough, out of those two, if she could she'd take back time spent with the Mr. BK. (and yes Erika I'm laughing at own wittiness again in case you're curious!) anyway! she spent time with the old B to the K because he was nice, and opened doors and had cute dates planned etc, but really? she felt nothing, other than having fun with him, there was no spark really. On her part anyway and she feels badly about that, so when things ended, they ended with a sigh of relief as opposed to spiralling downward depressiong and ice cream binges. Is that a sign of being jaded? She hopes not, because she does still get that giddy feeling about some guys, albeit she also gets giddy thinking about being published or a new pair of shoes.

Does there really come a point where we feel the same way about men as we do our shoes? (Dear God I'm turing into Carrie Bradshaw...someone stop me) But seriously, take for instance EG/ME...he was like a beautiful pair of Manolo Blahniks, that are nice to look at but have no real depth to them (No offence Mr. Blahnik, they're beautiful shoes), and then you have Mr. BK, who is like a trendy pair of flats, that you may really like to wear but when next season comes and it's time to throw them away, you're pretty calm about it...definately no tears shed there. And then there are the scandals, the stilletto heeled boots. The tall black leather that zips up gracefully to the knee, that you'll always remember wearing, and remeber fondly...you don't even regret the pain your feet were in the next day....and Mr. Big...he unfortunately is the pair of shoes you'll always go back to for comfort, the classic stilletto that goes from day to night, the sneaker that goes from the gym to the...well please don't wear your gym shoes anywhere but the gym but you get my point...

...and the best part is there's always a new pair just around the corner to help you walk away from the last pair...

...As for Mr. Big (she prays to God and everyone else that he never ever reads this) there's really nothing she can do. She'd like to blame him but she's just as bad at keeping in touch and sometimes it's just easier to remember the last time they hung out instead of wondering about the next time, because that's the thing with him...you just never know.

Anyway enough of that.