Red Pumps

I was the spare date and he showed up a little to late. I sat down and I hear this guy (oh so coolY) say "WOW! Red pumps... Impressive."

"May I have this dance?" Ok so that's not the way it really went down, but it sounds good for the grandchildren. For a moment I lost you in the crowd, but our lips met up soon enough. Then we walked the night away and I dropped you off at the airport in the morning. You took my number (eight-one-eight-four-four-eight-sixty-fourteen), but I nonchalantly told you it was just a Once-NA-Lifetime thing, Have a good life!

But that's not where the story ends, it's actually just the beginning, not the Once-Upon-A-Time kind, but the Do-You-Remember-That-One-Crazy-Nite-We-Met kind.

It was just like your kind to call a week later and next thing I know.... there is Lobster and chocolate covered cherries, crazy weekends in Vegas, lots of sex, "I Love You" to save your ass, lies, love songs....

Oh my god and lets not forget the drunk proposal @ Hooters.... Imagine if I would have said yes?

Not that it really makes a difference because I ended up gaining 50 lbs in my ass and you drove me fucking insane. Remember I love you, but I don't always have to like you.

Then came your twin and even though I was hating you, I was loving her more than anything in the world. I know you sit and think about what a vicious bitch I am sometime, but I think you sometimes forget that I'm still just that girl in the red pumps. Your girl in the red pumps.