"The worst part about getting bags under your eyes is finding shoes to match." -Adrienne Gusoff

Having lunch with Savannah today got me thinking...

I know. That's never good.

Why is it that shoes and men have such power over us? Is it the beauty of a pair of stilettos that make them must have? Likewise, can a beautiful man make us drool the same way we did for those red Marc Jacobs pumps we eyed in Greenwich Village? Like a gorgeous pair of shoes, gorgeous men often boost you self-esteem, making you feel all the more attractive. However, they often grow uncomfortable, troublesome and begin to wear on you before the day is done.

I find myself packing away my nice heels in my purse and walking to work in my comfy sandals that I have had forever. I only pull out those beautiful heels when it is necessary and as soon as work is over, I'm ready for my worn in flats. Are women that way with men as well?

Do we only wear our nice men out at certain times? Will we always go back to what we know and what is easy?

Sometimes I'm afraid to wear my designer shoes out in the city. It's dirty, and there is trash and mud everywhere. I don't want to expose them to the grit of the Big Apple. I don't want to see them scuffed. I think I am afraid to see the men in my life scuffed as well, as if some flaw will make them unwearable.

Recently, an old pair of shoes showed back up. A pair I was sure I had left in Missouri where they belonged. I had loved those shoes, worn them everyday. They fit perfectly. Other girls had envied me when I wore them in public. But one day I looked down and the shoes were all scuffed up and I was unable to ever wear them out in public again. Like a bad penny, I threw the shoes out only to have them walk back months later.

Over the time they had been gone, I began to forget how flawed they were. All I remembered were how great the shoes were when I first bought them. But once they showed back up, clicking their heels at my door, I remembered all the blisters they caused and the time they decided to venture out onto some other girls' foot. Damn shoes.

And that's when I realized nothing beats a pair of comfortable shoes. They may be sandals, or tennis shoes, or slippers. You probably put them on everyday and don't appreciate them. They don't scuff, they don't give you blisters, they just support you. And all a girl wants in the end is to be supported.