I leave the front desk person my phone number and a description of my shoe ala missing person. "It was blue and silver, new balance, size 8 1/2, with double knotted shoe laces. Last seen in the locker room". The diffident front desk person writes my name and number on the corner of a group exercise class schedule. He is soooooo not going to call me. My sneaker is a goner. The quicker I come to terms with this, the quicker I can move on.
So, after I get back in my car, now I'm pissed b/c I have to go and get a new pair. I dislike unnecessary purchases, dislike them very much. All of a sudden though, instead of being angry, I start to think about the shoe that was left behind. My mind starts to wander and I start to personify this left, left shoe. I mean I won't be using it anymore, it's not like I'm Terry Fox or anything. So, now I am really thinking and empathizing with my poor lone sneaker. I start to
If my sneaker were to write a personal ad, I feel it would be something like this....
Seeking sole mate. Love to take long walks, and short ones too. Love the outdoors and consider myself a morning person. Doesn't matter what race you are, I love them all. Looking for attractive, and athletic build. Ideal mate would love to just run around town with me, and experience life's "hi's" and "lo's". Only those that take pride in themselves and are odor and disease free need apply. Should like Zumba, spinning and boot camps. Must be spontaneous and willing to try new things. Needing someone who has no commitment issues. Only original personalities, no fakes or knockoffs, not too flashy but with a sense of style
Seeking someone that can meet me where the rubber meets the road. So, if you want to take a step in the right direction, contact me. Please include a recent picture.