My flip flops. I just love my flip flops. All 25 pairs of them.
As a Pittsburgh girl who went to the University of Arizona for four years, I realized how truly amazing they were in ways I had never understood before. Honestly, if I could find a relationship as comfortable as flip flops, I'd have no problem committing. So dependable. So colorful. So cheap.
Everything you'd want in a relationship.
But I am no longer living in the desert year round anymore. And sometimes, in Pittsburgh, it gets too cold to wear them outside. Starting about a month ago and lasting for the next, oh, eight months or so. Roughly. Til then, my flip flops will hang in my closet in their sacred shoe-holder until the rays of Pittsburgh sun finally breaks through and I can find relief again.
Which leaves me time to wonder - all of those times I wore flip flops on a date, was I just being hypocritical? If a guy showed up wearing flip flops, I might assume he wasn't trying. Then again, I guess it depends on the situation I'm in. I can't expect him to not want to be himself, just as I wouldn't want someone to alter my identity.
Yet, I hardly want his nasty feet making an appearance at a formal. It probably just comes down to the basic idea that...
Nicer-than-average dinner + Guy in Flip Flops = Negative.
Hot Summer Day Mini Golf Game + Guy in Flip Flops = Positive
However, I want a "Get Out of Jail" free card.
Which allows me to wear flip flops to business meetings.
But that's just me.
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