Day 272: Cinderella loses her shoe?

So I get in the car this morning and I take a quick glance behind my seat where I tend to throw and keep a few pair of flat shoes as a 'just in case' measure for work.

I must not have built up my 'stash' because there were only 2 pair in there today.... flip flops, and silver flats.

But when I glanced (which I hardly ever do) I only saw one of the silver flats. I think it kind of dawned on me that there was only one shoe there, but not really because of course I was running late (like every day).

It was one of those things that was in the back of my mind at least until I pulled out of the driveway, then it hit me.

Holy crap! I lost a shoe! I'm Cinderella and I lost a shoe!

All I could think was, this stinks! It must have fallen out in the parking lot at work, or at the grocery store. What kind of Prince Charming is going to find my shoe in the grocery store parking lot and know who it belongs to?

Suddenly my mind started thinking about all of the 'lost shoes' you see on the road when you're driving.

That could be my shoe. There is no way anyone would ever be able to track it down to me... and how could I possibly lose a shoe somewhere? I don't put a lot of stuff behind my seat so it would be strange that it would just fall out as I'm grabbing my groceries.

So I continued on my way... and at least for a brief few moments tried to snake my arm behind my seat like a contortionisst feeling around hoping I would feel two shoes and alleviate my angst.

At some point I decided there was too much traffic and it probably wasn't the best idea to be that distracted while driving.

Once I got to work I forgot all about it... that is... until the pretty boy reporter popped up again.

Seriously what is it with this guy? There is absolutely no attraction from me on this one. Sure he's cute, but that's it. It's like the cute puppy in the window of the pet store that you don't want to take home.

I can appreciate him for what he is... a pretty face.

In fact I don't even notice him most of the time.

Like today... I was passing through one of the studios where 2 guys were putting a pole on top of two posts, while another guy watched.

It kind of looked like a limbo pole to me, so I jokingly said 'hey you're not going to drop that on me if I limbo under it are you?'

As I get further into the studio I heard a voice and I realized it was the pretty boy reporter, who was the extra body watching that I walked past and ignored.

I heard him say 'are you sure you don't want me to hold that? I'm good at holding things.'

I think to myself... really? Did he seriously just say that? Who says something like that... unless they're part of the weight lifting team?

I'm in a professional working environment, is that all you've got? 'I'm good at holding things?' Yeah.. like a a microphone... wow buddy I guess you've found your calling!

It really does perpetuate the dumb reporter stereotype that's for sure. Score one for the people sitting at home, or the producer writing his script.

That statement took me back to a few conversations I've had with the Sweetheart.

She works closely with him, and has said in the past he's a total meat-head, who likes to show off his muscles like some sort of pretty boy macho man.

I thought her comments were more of a theoretical scenario... that is until I heard that statement.

Now I feel like even more of an idiot because he's in my dreams! Why am I dreaming about this guy?

And why is my shoe missing on a day when I run into this moron again? Aie yie yie!

Even thought I think it's quite funny, on some level I think I am a little bothered by it, so I decided to fill in the Coffee Fairy.

I hadn't had a chance to tell her about the dream last week, so I took a few minutes to get her all caught up on the dream and then proceeded to get into today's story.

I can't tell you how many times she said 'you're going to marry him. In 6 months that dream is going to come true, I know it!'

Oh no! The dream can't come true! There is absolutely no way that guy is the man I'm meant to be with, and absolutely no way I'm going out with a guy who asks me out after hiring strippers to get my attention.

First of all he's 24! Come on that is absolutely insane! Sadly... I've proven that one.

Not to mention the intellectual quality is certainly not up to par for me, as far as I can tell... 'I'm good at holding things?'

When I got back into my car after work, I took a quick moment to check under the seat for the missing shoe... and thankfully it was there.

I guess I dodged a bullet on that one, but I sure wish the pretty boy would stop showing up in my dreams and reality.