Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Day 337: Strut for me, sugar.

It’s been said that you don’t know a man until you've walked a mile in his shoes.
The same can be said for a woman, of course, but which ones do you put on?
The flat comfy ones she wears around the house?
Or the four inch pumps she wears to the office?
The strappy black sandals for nights out dancing?
Or maybe those thick sneakers that she runs in?
No, take those off the list.
She hardly ever runs these days.
Not in those, anyway.
But what about her boots, then?
She’s got rubber boots for puddles, and high leather boots for riding.
And she’s got moccasins for walks in the park, and stilettos for seducing.
What a pickle.
The truth of the matter is, you can’t know what it’s like to walk a mile in a woman’s shoes.
Because it will take all day long just to decide which ones to wear.

1 comment:

  1. haha. ;) True enough, true enough. Can I walk a mile in your brain? So much sharper than mine. xo