
I'm looking for this shoe. This perfect shoe. The shoe that will match the perfect outfit. The outfit that will perfectly adorn me. See, I've been looking for this shoe for a long time, and I've accumulated quite a few shoes in my search for this shoe. I think I found it.
Thing is, I'm not sure. I haven't tried this shoe on, and it doesn't match anything in my wardrobe. Sure, I feel like I can fit this shoe in, there are some things that I have that this shoe will set off, but I'd still probably have to buy some things to match this shoe. I'd have to clean my closet, and weed out all the shoes that I'm no longer wearing, to accomodate this shoe.
But it is a really hott shoe.
That shoe is calling me. I don't want to answer, but I'm compelled. It's haunting me. When I go to bed, I think of the shoe. When I wake up in the morning, I think of the shoe. It's scary, this shoe obsession.
I called Nine West yesterday, and spoke with a representative about this nameless shoe. I tried to explain this shoe to her, but it was hard. So, I compared it with a named shoe, Alchamy. She put me on hold for a long time, and after conferring with their marketing department, who had helped get my shoe strategically placed in the August issue of Essence magazine (the Jill Scott cover), she came back to the phone and assured me that the shoe would be available sometime in September. She was very comforting.

Maybe I should just return the not-hott shoe, rebuy it, and wait the hott shoe out...
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