If the shoe fits...

Hello reader,

It's unfortunate that my first set of "brainfart-to-keyboard" vomitus entails a conversation I just recently had. I just got home and it's 2:41 anno-meridian, and I'm compelled to share a rather odd yet (I find) comical situation. It (the convo) transitioned into dating. My friend was bummed about a recent relationship and I needed to find a twist to ease his mind and get him out of a rut (for which I think he's in).

(Conversation leads to)
F(Me): Dating is like... Finding shoes.
C: Elaborate.
F: You go into the store, look around, find a pair you like, then try it on. If one shoe fits well, you try them both on. You walk around in them for a bit, but usually it goes back because it just didn't fit right. Then there are those times that you find that nice pair that's just right.
C: Ah... What about the shoe that you buy sometimes just because they look good?
F: Yea. But don't you notice, you wear em' for a bit then it ends up under your bed? It was nice to look at. but they hurt your feet at some point. Or it just isn't as versatile as you'd want em' to be.
C: Like a trophy shoe?
F: If you put it that way... Have you been to Road Runner Sports?
C: The one here in Costa Mesa?
F: Yea, they put you in a shoe dog or running dog machine of some sort.
C: What?
F: They put you in a treadmill, analyze your running, posture and gait and see how it relates to your feet. They suggest the perfect shoe, and even the perfect insoles...
C: Like the eHarmony of shoes?
F: I guess so... We're still talking dating in terms of shoes?
(Both laughs)
F: What I'm trying to say is, you gotta' get out there to see what's out there. Or in this case, get in the store and try out some shoes... You don't HAVE to buy them. Every once in a while, window shopping is good enough. You know, if the shoe fits...