Black Pumps

Wow! A first entry. Losing my blog virginity... somewhat. I have blogged before, but it was never under a pseudonym. I heard this is healthy. I always imagined what this would be like. The excitment of being anonymous. I am going to write as many details about me that I can, while remaining anonymous. I guess this will be myself entertaining myself with witty banter, a place to recount my adventures with the opposite sex.

I appropriately titled my post black pumps. Why? Because black pumps are usually plain, safe, and comfortable. Which sums up my last relationship. We were friends prior for 2 years... and then decided to jump on the dating band wagon. Why? Well maybe I was sick of being lonely, and I felt like I had found a male that had common sense, and shared same values. Boy, was I wrong.

I remember being about a month in, and thinking it was a mistake. To be honest, I wasn't all that attracted to him physically, and I thought I could overcome it. I did eventually, but I saw every flaw, over and over again... which isn't how relationships are supposed to be.

I broke up with him about a month ago. It felt right for about two weeks. Then I caved and went back with him. While we were apart he sent me long emails, flowers, basically sung me the song I'd been longing to hear, thinking it would fix our problems. I took him back.

Yesterday, a mere 24 hours ago. I find myself wearing the same black pumps.