"Men I don’t know. Shoes, I know."
I want a life coach. Scratch that. I need a life coach! I cannot be trusted to make my own decisions anymore, especially when it comes to men in my life. The good ones I manage to walk away from. The ones who are bad for me I keep around. Not anymore. I’m giving that up for Lent. Because now I totally get Lent. Wikipedia knows everything–way more than that stupid Dex guy in the phonebook commercials.
I can pick out an excellent pair of shoes (i.e. my new camouflage ballet flats), but I can’t pick a man to save my life. Not that I’m comparing men to shoes. Shoes, for me, last longer. I still have (and wear) my first pair of Cons. Yes, I own the same shoes I did in high school. I’m cool like that.
I’m serious about this life coach thing. Therapists are so last year…