Sex & the Single Woman: The Other Boot Dropped

It finally happened.

Seven weeks later . . . THE BOOT IS OFF.

No joke. You can’t imagine how ecstatic I am. That boot has been cramping my style for far too long. There is only one thing to do to celebrate: go out this weekend and spit some game.

With no boot to hold me back, I am a free lady, ready to paint the town red. Nothing can hold me back.

Maybe I am supremely disillusioned, maybe I am getting ahead of myself. No matter what, I want to enjoy being able to go out without tripping, without crushing everyone else . . . and I plan on wearing heels on both feet.

Take that, stress fracture.