Shoenniversary

I recently went on a Shoenniversary to the Bergdorf Goodman shoe sale with my BFF’s Sookie, Pam, and baby Tara.

A few years ago, my niece, Pam, suggested we go to the Bergdorf Goodman shoe sale to celebrate the start of summer.  She had never been, and we thought it would be fun.  And it was.  I think I even blogged about it.  You can take a look at past blogs if you like.

Anyway, we had so much fun, (we purchased about ten pair of Louboutin and Manolo Blahniks combined) that we decided to go every year.  So, this year rolled around and we found ourselves back at Bergdorf Goodman’s shoe sale.  This time, we also added a visit to the Christian Louboutin store on Madison Avenue.  They were having their bi-annual sale as well. 

I was in shoe heaven at our Shoenniversary.  And so was baby Tara.  She was happy as a clam.  Perhaps we’ve created another shoe-aholic.

Although, I really wanted to purchase that day, I didn’t.  For some reason, I just couldn’t find anything I loved in my size.  I was sad, but my wallet was happy.

I thought, "I made it through without buying!  Maybe I’m making progress with my shoe-aholic-ism.  Yay for me!"

Well, that was a month ago.  Yesterday, I returned, to the Bergdorf Goodman shoe sale.  It was still going on!  And the prices were further reduced. 

Oh, it was so much fun. 

I tried on a pair of crystal Jimmy Choo’s.  OMG!  They were beautiful and $2000.  But for half price, they were a steal!  They were exactly my size and looked fantastic on.  Only, they heels were wobbly.  So.  No big deal, right?  They were gorgeous!  I was considering them, but I didn’t purchase.

Something made me leave the building without doing it.

I emailed my BFFs, this morning, the following:      

I have a confession to make...  I re-visited Bergdorf's shoe sale yesterday.  

Without "yous guys"

Made it out alive.

Without buying anything.

Even though now EVERYTHING's 50% off.  

Even the LOUBOUTINS!

Really low stock.  

But still some good stuff, according to me!

 I've been thinking about it ever since.

Even though I made it out alive, I thought about them all night long, in my dreams, and again this morning. 

That’s not healthy.

And that’s why I shouldn’t have gone.

A Date With Santa? Umm, I Don’t Think So!

I mistakenly went back on a dating site. 

Latinos Dot Com.

The only hits I have been getting are 100 year old short, fat, bald, great grandfathers from the middle east.

Really?

What’s up with that?

Not that I have anything against short, fat, bald, great grandpas, but I am just not attracted to them.

Some of these guys are not that old either.  Some are maybe a few years older than me, but boy are they not attractive to me.

The younger ones, I really am trying to stay away from.  I’ve dated younger, and it doesn’t work for me.  I wanna be the young one in the relationship!

The ones my age.  Well, they don’t want someone their age.  They’re going 20 years younger.

Recently, I received a wink from a member of Latinos Dot Com. There was no picture, but the guy looked really good on paper.  All his stats were good; age, job, location, etc.  And he wasn’t illiterate.  His personality seemed nice as well.

So, I wrote him back.  We exchanged a few emails and I was getting a little excited.  I got up the nerve to ask for a photo.  Before, I received the photo, he asked me out for the next night.  I didn’t respond, but was seriously considering going.  I started trying on outfits, shaving my legs and even considered doing my roots for the big occasion.

I thought, “What the heck.  Who needs a picture?  It will just cloud my view of the guy.  Is how someone looks really that important?  I am going to stop being shallow and just go for it.”

I checked my email.

He had sent pictures.

Santa Claus in July!

Willie Nelson’s father!

Great grandpaw Joe!!

Ugh!

No freakin’ way!  I’m not going!!

I’m not doing my roots for this!  Forget it!!

So, I didn’t go.

So, now what does this mean? 

Does this mean I am doomed for the rest of my life?  That I will be alone unless I settle for Santa Claus?

Maybe so.