You were so tempting. The way your racing stripes caressed the curves of your body. I loved the way your bright green laces stood out against your bright purple background. So bright, so…very, very bright. Inside you were pretty in pink. I even believed the store clerk when he said, “they run a little small, so you should go up a size, bigger is better”. Yes, I said, as I reached for my credit card and took you home. The days cheerily passed by. People stared at us when we were together. They said, we make such a great pair. I thought that it was forever, or at least for six months or 500 miles whatever came first.
But you betrayed me. I thought you would support me, but you left me with blisters on my heels. I had hope you’d come around, but frankly I’m tired and ready to move on, Asics. I’ve found….somebody new. Surely, you understand. What type of lady would I be if I just settled? Who is it you ask?
Well, if you must know. He provides the stability I need. He makes me feel so good from my toes all the way up to my knees. He’s bright and cheery and frankly I like his laces a whole lot better than yours. I’m sorry Asics, but you should have known better. Mr. Brooks knows how to treat a lady!