Flip-flopped by a flip-flop man

I bought him flip-flops from a thrift store –
it was the best back then I could do.

I asked him for his size and 45 he said.

A week elapsed and the adventure started..
we went to beaches, restaurants and parks.
He took me on his motorcycle, then told me
this was freedom but smoking for the rest
should not be free, permitted.

And then upon our last advenutre, when
searching for a clean t-shirt to wear,
unearthed I a pair of another kind
of footwear and a receipt in the paper bag
he carried, read in a foreign language
that two expensive pairs a week ago were bought
– one men’s and the other one a women’s!

At the bewilderment on my face
he muttered flippantly three versions
of his purportedly veracious story:
It is a coincidence, ..oh no, absurd!
They were for you, of course, it’s true!
And the funniest of all, imagine, people –
the female pair after midnight he’ll wear!

Only there was no female pair, anywhere.