Paris by Porsche & Louboutins v. Gosling

A couple weeks ago, we had our first big night of snow. It was like being in a snow globe – huge fluffy magical snowflakes falling everywhere, heavily, non-stop.  Jillian and I went to our back porch and jumped up and down and squealed and caught snowflakes on our tongues.

This is not our back porch. It is, however, Paris after snow.

Then, just like every night of the week, I had a date.  It was a night to put in the “This can’t be real” category.  The scenery couldn’t have been any better, what with the magical falling snow cascading around me with Ecole Militaire lit up across the street and bustling cafes on each corner.  “Oh, Paris lit up by night with magical snow fall, how boring!”, I thought to myself, until a PORSCHE pulls up, and lo and behold, it’s my date.  Picking me up.  In a Porsche.  To drive through snowy Paris

I don’t actually care about that kind of thing and am much more apt to pick a guy with a scooter over a fancy car.  In fact, I made it a point to pretend like I didn’t even notice it wasn’t a used Kia, but secretly, I was finding it hard to play it cool and not just giggle outright over this ridiculous combination of circumstances.

Never mind that this guy and I have completely different worldviews and could never be in a relationship, OR that I had 3 of my friends tracking me with the “Find Your Friends” app to make sure I wasn’t getting kidnapped.  Let’s just focus on the fact that it was snowing, and I was on a date in Paris in a Porsche.

Here is what I would choose, by the way.

Probably couldn’t walk in them without risk of snapping an ankle, but if you’re going for a $900 pair of shoes, go big.   And just stand there.

I read in a magazine the other day that in a vote between a lifetime supply of Louboutins or one night with Ryan Gosling, 75% of women would choose the Louboutins!!

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I love shoes, but I would take five minutes locked in a damp basement with Ryan Gosling over shoes.  Memories are forever, ladies.  “So you guys just stood there in the basement?” “Yes. For five minutes.”  Worth it.