If The Shoe Fits...

God I hate being a stereotype.

You know...blondes are ditsy, blondes are stupid, blondes have more fun (oh yeah?). My brother claims stereotypes evolve because they hold a germ of truth.

Sigh. Last night I proved him right.

So, I’m at a nightclub with friends. We’re sipping cocktails and shootin' the shit on all the hot topics—the Tom Cruise Meltdown, the Runaway Bride Confessional—you know, the good stuff. After an hour, I excuse myself to the ladies’ room and while, er, sitting there, I happen to notice the silver buckle on my right sandal. Hm, I think. I didn’t mean to wear my low heels tonight. Then I look at the left.

Uh-oh.

I wish I could say I’ve never done this before, but I’d be lying.

Yep.

A totally different shoe on the left. And a higher heel. I’m wearing a four-inch heel on one foot and a three-inch on the right. The one on the left has criss crossed straps, the one on the right has a single strap with a buckle. The one on the left feels like leather, the one on the right feels like suede. I’ve been wearing them for, um, about two hours, and this is the first time I’ve noticed.

In my defense, they were the same color.