I've been doing some thinking about this whole thing called dating. In my opinion, it usually goes like this; she wants him... he wants somebody else... she moves on... suddenly he is interested. They run circles around each other until they end up living either "happily ever after" or broken up. Then, as each one moves into a new relationship, they will both secretly wonder if the other is happy. So far I am not a big fan of dating. I am tired of the ups and downs of trying on people to see if they fit only to discover that they don't. Then there's the disappointment when you really wanted them to fit, but no matter how hard you tried, they just didn't. It's sort of like shoe shopping. You find a really cute pair of heels that would go perfectly with so many outfits, but the only size they have is a half size too small. You try them on anyway in hopes that maybe they will fit. Only you end up cramming your foot into the damn thing and after a lap around the store you realize that the circulation has been cut off to your big toe and you have already formed a blister. So you take the shoe off, put it back in the box and sadly continue looking. But you know that you won't ever find that exact same shoe again and no matter how hard you tried, the fucking thing just wouldn't fit. So I'm thinking that maybe I would like to go barefoot for a while and see how that feels. Who needs the perfect pair of shoes to compliment your outfit when you know that underneath the stiletto heels are your barefeet just aching for you to take them off. Then after a while, when you aren't looking, you find that perfect pair. They might be packaged differently then you had expected, but when you slide your barefoot into its sole, you know that it's a perfect fit. Nice and snug, but not too snug, and comfortable. Comfort is key.
I'm still looking around, but not intently for my perfect fit. For a while, it's just going to be me and my barefeet.