Love at first sight

This weekend I feel in love and went on a first date. Yes, in that order. Wait, slow down, before you make any assumptions let me clarify: the two had nothing to do with each other.
On a girls night out with the madre I found myself browsing the shoe section at Neiman's. Manolo, Chanel--it was like Candyland for a grown up. Then, I saw them: the black patent Christian Louboutin "Decollete" pumps, sitting on a pedestal, waiting for me. I think I might have actually gasped. Mom and I played it cool and had the sales associate helping us as if I was actually prepared to drop $595 right then on there. Of course, that is more than my piano cost and I'd rather put extra money toward my mortgage right now but that is BESIDE the point.

What is the point, you might ask? The point is that I put those shoes on and I felt unstoppable. Gorgeous. Worth a million bucks. Pick a cliche and that is how I felt. Right then and there I knew: it was true love. It was almost painful to leave them there in the store when I KNEW that they wanted to come home with me but I had to walk away, sans the Louboutin's of my dreams. And yes, in case you were wondering, I did actually dream about them that night. It was amazing. [Sigh]

Sidenote: The first date went well except for the fact I was traumatized because the resturaunt's ladies' room was under construction and the alternative facilities were porta potties set up on the patio with space heaters duct taped to the inside and a Purell hand sanitizing pump sitting outside. Come on, people. Seriously? I may or may not have snuck into the men's room, but don't tell on me. Sister said she has been kicked out of bars for such things!