The Old Man and The Shoe(s)
They often say ‘opposites attract.’ I don’t really know who ‘they’ are. But, if that saying is true, MTM and I personify it.
Take shoes. I worship them, overflowing our shared closet with so many pairs that it is hard to find room for all my other clothing, hats and handbags. Forget MTM’s stuff altogether.
When I buy a new pair of shoes (usually online these days, because I have no patience for shopping and trying on), I put them on my feet IMMEDIATELY. Even if I am wearing my pajamas or a ripped t-shirt when the UPS man knocks on my door. My feet cannot WAIT to be caressed and kissed by the shine of new footwear. I am a whore for a different pair of shoes.
Then, there’s MTM.
On my birthday weekend, I forced him – FORCED him – to buy not one, but two new pairs of shoes. Hundreds of dollars worth of leather for his triple E foot. He brought the sneakers home in our suitcase. The black dress shoes were delivered to his office last week.
As of right now, he has worn them…………..NOT ONE TIME. They languish away in the closet, next to shoes whose sides have pulled away from the soles and whose soles have fallen apart entirely, all shoes that MTM still wears every day.
I feel so sorry for those poor, neglected shoes (I mean the NEW ones) that I want to wear them, to show them that they have found a home with someone who will appreciate them. If I wouldn’t fall over because of their width, I would do it. I would skip around this city and break them in. Show them off. Let them know I am proud to call them mine.
Only they’re NOT mine. They are MTM’s. He just doesn’t know how to love shoes like I do.
But, he sure does know how to love me.
Too Much is Just Enough: NEW SHOES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!