Years ago, I was in love with a hep young cat. He had his own style and his own way, and it made me swoon. My friend F said that one day, he'd figure me out. This fella would walk up to me and say:
TwentySeven, I want you in Pumas.
Never quite went down like that. Which is ok - because truthfully, I always fancied myself more of an Adidas girl. But boy... I'd have worn those Pumas, with everything I had.