Kids, in the fall of 2012 I met a guy who used to always have lunch at the bar I worked in. We dated for a month, and everything felt right… there was one little thing that got me worried; He had a 7 year-old kid. I figured that wouldn’t be a problem, again, being positive.. Until one morning he came to the bar and told me he needed to talk to me; his ex girlfriend was pregnant with his child, and no… not the one with whom he already had the first one. Of course, the not-long-recently-started relationship with him had to end. He picked me up from work that day, took me home and we had that break up talk in his car. I was sad, but it was not the end of the world… he, on the other side, was crying and feeling awful. He got out of the car, opened the back door, and grabbed something from his bag, opened my door and with tears in his eyes he said “I want YOU to have this. This, is really important to me, and I want to give it to you, because you’ll have one, and I will have the other one, and that will keep us together forever, even if we’re apart”… Kids, I know it’s hard to believe, but what he gave me, was a used, muddy, dirty soccer shoe. Honestly, I was crying a bit for the whole situation, but once he passed the shoe, and I grabbed it with my hands, I felt everything was a joke. When I got home, I was still shocked by the awkward moment… I mean… a dirty soccer shoe!… Anyways, I put it in my shoes box and threw it away 2 weeks later.