Jon didn't care too much about losing his shoes to his mother. Sure, they were really nice, but he had plenty. He was a bit of a shoe aficionado. After handing the shoes off (what she'd do with them he couldn't figure out) he went up to his room in his dainty bare feet, opened the closet and admired his collection.
He remembered vividly each purchase, trying every pair on, walking to try them out, and feeling pride each time he found a bargain.
He loved his shoes.
In fact, he thought as he wiggled his painted toes, feeling the carpet under his feet, shoes were one of his favorite things in the world. Girls, cars, video games and shoes, that's how it went with him. He remembered the frustration he often felt when he wanted to go shoe shopping at the mall and Karyn would roll her eyes and sigh. If only women could appreciate shoes the way men maybe he and Karyn would get along better. His mother seemed to have developed some sort of affection for men's shoes (however strange that was), what if he could get more women to be like his mom.
If only he could find that rock...
