Everything I Learned About Men, I Learned From Shoes

First Love was a pair of stilettos: they look good on the outside with all their buckles and studs; they make you think of hot passionate sex (or is that only me?); they make you just wanna be BAD; you feel fabulous when you're wearing them, like your legs are a million miles long...but deep down inside you know you'll be paying for it later. You know that this feeling of fabulosity is only temporary, and after a while you'll be in excruciating pain, wondering why you didn't just wear your "go-to" shoes...

New Beau is like a pair of "go-to' shoes: they're probably a little rough around the edges because they've been around the block a few times, but they're comfortable. So what if your legs don't look like they're finely-toned stilts of perfection? You know you can dance in them all night and still feel amazing. No ice packs, no peppermint foot soaks, no hobbling into work the next day...even if you don't feel like quite so much of a bad-ass when you're wearing 'em.

Being the girl that I am, I want both: the excitement of the stiletto wrapped in a comfortable shoe that won't cause me pain later.

Is there any such thing as a comfortable stiletto?