Wednesday, November 4, 2009

think twice before you blow off


He was so cute, so charming, so funny, but also so short (so I thought). But who was I to talk, all 5 feet 1 inches of me? I had just relocated to SF from NYC with my NY style still in full effect, with a closet full of beautiful high heeled shoes. After our first couple of dates I decided I had to retire my heels for flats - I barely owned a pair of flats, so this was a good excuse to shop.

With my new flats on my feet we decided to walk to Fillmore Street for our third date (about 6 blocks). After 3 blocks I was in pain and upon reaching the restaurant bathroom the back of my ankles were a bloody mess.

WTF? No guy should make me retire my heels, no guy should make my feet bleed!! At first, I thought that's it, I need to break it off with shorty. And bring back the heels. But I couldn't, he was winning me over date after date. So I decided what's heels got to do got to do with it? What's height but a second hand emotion?

So I got over myself and married him 2 years later and still have a closet full of heels!

Think twice before you lose out on the love of your life! Some things are just not important.

2 comments:

  1. Love it! Good message here, gotta decrease the list of deal breakers. btw, i know you're only five feet tall.

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  2. You make a good point about deal-breakers. I think when we're being over-picky about the superficial stuff is when we're just not ready to get serious and need reasons to blame it on.

    It is, afterall, all about compromise, right?

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