"Well, it's just like seeing a pair of shoes at the mall--you try them on, they go well with your feet, but it doesn't have that 'oomph' factor so you put the pair back on the rack," Kel mused. "The next day, you see the pair again, think it is cute, try them on, but put them back on the rack again."
It was raining hard, the winds were howling, and it was the worst day to be at the beach. But Kel, Mitch, Mike, Ami and I were, and the only thing keeping us warm were thin sweaters, sarongs, and a bottle of brandy. Thus the start of an amusing conversation about boys and shoes.
"Talagang ikumpara ang mga lalaki sa sapatos?" I laughed. ("You really have to compare men to shoes?")
"Well, isn't looking for the right guy the same thing as looking for the perfect pair of shoes?" Kel said. "Sometimes you see a gorgoeus pair of red pumps but when you try them on, they don't fit at all."
|Shoes, a girl's bestfriend. Carrie and her Manolo Blahniks.|
Mike, being the only guy in the group had no choice but to laugh and safely stay out of the conversation. Good thing too because his fiance, Ami, was sitting right beside him haha.
"Can relate?" I laughed. "So how do you describe this guy that I had a crush on years ago but when I finally met him, I lost interest?" I asked.
"Well, he's the shoe you've been pining for for months," Kel replied. "And come payday, you finally tried it on only to find out you don't like how it looks on you."
"Wait, so why did you lose interest in him?" Mitch asked.
"He was too nice," I replied.
"Aha!" Kel quipped. "So you like bad ass shoes with killer heels!" And we burst out laughing.
"Well, I like different types of shoes," I said. "Right now, I'm obsessed over ballet flats. Last year, I was into sandals."
"So you think you've found the right shoe yet?" Kel asked.
"I'm a size 9. It's hard to find shoes that fit!" And we all burst out laughing again.
How long the talk lasted, I forget. All I know is by the time the bottle of brandy was almost finished, we've covered just about every type of shoes (or boys? :p) there is.
We all agree though (in between boisterous laughter and funny retorts) that at the end of the day, it doesn't matter what kind of shoes you find--wedges, stilettos, boots, strappies, sneakers or plain ballet flats. They may be from the department store, a high-end boutique, from the U.S., from a garage sale, or they may have just been hiding under your bed the whole time. All that matters is if the shoe fits ;)
|If the shoe fits. The scene in Sex and the City where Big proposes to Carrie with a pair of Manolo Blahniks.|