KT-gets dumped...Again!!! What's a Girl to Do? Well buy some new shoes of course!

“So, after one sizzling hot, steamy sleepover - well, without the sleep, and another ooh-la-la Friday night together, I got dumped?” So instead of beating myself up over it like I usually do, I quickly put the blame where it belonged…on him. I can only assume he must be gay.

However, I knew exactly what I needed to console me with my sad state of poor pecker picking.  I may not get to enjoy Mr. Handyman’s cute-butt-out-of-jeans any longer but I could certainly enjoy a new pair of little strappy sandals to tide me over for now.

Oh Lord, the power of the shoe! I don’t care what is going wrong in my life - a new pair of shoes will fix it. And by the number of pairs of shoes in my closet, it appears I’ve had to fix a lot of serious issues. 463 pairs to be exact…well 464 if you count my snorkeling fins.

     

Usually, the local shoe warehouse’s sale rack would have done the trick, but this time I went straight to Nordstrom’s. I needed to pull out my big credit cards to get me over how upset I was with myself. I wasted two good years of testosterone waiting for Mr. Handyman to even notice me, just to get dumped. Besides, I was already in a perfectly wonderful committed relationship with my cat-Mr. Snooty and we were just fine. All I really needed was a cute pair of shoes, a hot new color of lipstick, maybe some new mascara and what the hell, a box of decadently-priced chocolates (nuts and chews, of course).

     

 As I walked out of Nordstrom with my hands full of shopping bags, I knew that Mr. Handyman would soon be nothing but a vague memory of another one of my ex-boyfriends turned homosexual. Yes, therapy would have been cheaper, but not nearly as effective. Besides, looking good is so much more rewarding. Let’s face it. I’ve never had anyone tell me, “Wow-KT, you look hot today, did you just have a session with your therapist?”