There Once Was a Cute Pair of Shoes...

Okay - so I swear I am not trying to dwell on this whole shoe issue, but seriously I'm kind of pissed. I have never in my life been deprived something as silly as a pair of summer-time sandals with no explanation or justification. Sure it's a funny story when I go on a mini rant about how annoyed I am that this jackass I was "dating" (per him, of course) can't be bothered to make a simple return phone call, email, or text message to explain why he is unable or unwilling to return my precious shoes. I mean, I kind of think that I deserve at least this mindless effort, especially considering the bullshit I had to endure the third time I ever hung out with this guy.

I think the thing that bothers me the most about not having my shoes, is that I don't really feel it's deserved. As far as I know there was never a reason for this hostile behavior, so the whole situation is terribly confusing. Please note that I too think it's a bit silly that I'm sitting here blogging about the loss of my shoes, but I really have made every effort available to me to try and get in touch with this person, and frankly, I won't resort to making a fool of myself. If you want to ignore me, it's your loss. But, sadly, in this case, I am losing something too - two somethings damnit!

Oh well, I think this is going to have to be the last of the my shoe sobbing. This guy is probably a nice guy under any other circumstance (or not, who knows!) but I just think it's kind of dumb. I guess it's a lesson learned - never, ever leave your shoes at someone's house when you are dating them because apparantly you can't really tell how things are going to turn out day to day and you might just end up shoe-less!