Today I went shoe shopping.
Whoa now, don’t turn away from me just yet! There’s greater truth to be told here – or at least, my former roommate thinks so.
I’m in dire need of a pair of sassy brown high heels, and work starts next week. With my personal shoe specialist at my side, I hit the streets in search of the perfect chocolate-colored complement to my wardrobe.
We spotted a pointy little number with a kitten heel that slipped onto my foot nicely. It looked stylish with my jeans, and promised to be just as flattering with dressier attire. So I did what comes naturally – I replaced the shoe in its box and walked away.
When I recounted this tale hours later, Alisa accused me of having commitment issues. She mentioned that yesterday in relation to boys, and she decided that my shoe shopping episode was the perfect analogy.
Perhaps it is, I agreed. But maybe not in quite the way she was thinking.
See, when I’m going to drop a significant amount of cash (or credit, as the case may be) on something, I give it time. I mull over the purchase for at least a few days. Buying a pair of shoes is a serious commitment, and in my opinion, not something to take lightly.
So are men. Okay, okay – I haven’t had to deal with any real commitment issues because I haven’t dated anyone for longer than three months. But Alisa will be the first to mock me for the length of time I take to admit interest in a guy. [Cue “Winter’s Ending”]
I’m a firm believer in giving appropriate weight to decisions I make. I’ll admit that dating a guy is a bit more serious than buying a shoe. 😉 But who cares if I give both careful consideration? With the time, money and potential for pain invested in each, I believe they’re worth the thought.
(Can I get an “amen”?)