I often use shoes as analogy when describing relationships with men. I find that (men) like shoes you can own several, but really only love a few. Then you find, that there is that one particular pair that just makes all the others, pale in comparison. I have a pair like that…shoes I mean, but I’m saving that tale until we reach the end of this story.
I know women who can’t walk pass a shoe store without sliding their foot in (the door that is), admiring how they look and feel on her feet (the shoes, not the man) and finally ringing that purchase up (albeit swearing never to do it again) as they stroll out the door with that new pair tightly in their grip.
These women have stacks and stacks of beautiful shoe boxes in their closets. All of various colors, styles, and designer names arranged in alphabetical order no doubt. They stand in admiration looking at their shoes proud of their purchases. Of course they know that they can no more wear every pair of shoes stacked in that closet than they can try on every man that they meet, but trust me that neither stops them from buying or trying them on for size (shoes or the men).
Me personally, I have never been a fancy shoe girl. I was just your average sneaker girl. First it was NIKE, I was young inexperienced and they were hot! Then came Saucony, I liked the way that they felt, how they made me feel and of course how fast they made me come ( I meant… go). No longer a runner I walk (it’s my sunset era) I am drawn to New Balance they are reliable, comfortable and provide a great amount of support and satisfaction.
Each sneaker had their moment in the sun and they did their job well, but alas their was always another (ahem sneaker) waiting in the wings, waiting to do it better. Damn, did I just describe my running shoes, cuz it feels as if I might be describing my past lovers.
Ahhh, but I digress… back to the shoes.
That was until recently! Out of nowhere without any warning, I began to have…shall we say more of affinity for them “the fancy shoe.” I have found that I like em’ high, with a flair of classic style, just a hint of sex appeal and especially those of the “RED” persuasion and if you’d like to see me pulse quicken add a silver stiletto heel (what girl could resist it). I cannot pinpoint when or why this lustful period of my life begin, maybe, just maybe I was lacking something and found that a particular fancy shoe filled the need.
Truth be told I should be embarrassed to tell you how frequently I prowl the internet browsing site, after site, after site searching for that perfect “fancy shoe.” Personally, I love a classic pump with a full, yet sleek alluring body and I’m learning that I am falling fast for the “mischievous” peep toe pump, which are in my opinion sinfully sexy and perfect for seduction.
My most recent infatuation resulted in a soft coal black suede pump and a devilish vibrant crimson peep toe platform. After peering through wide eyes and pondering…should I or should I not, I contemplated no more, I purchased em both and lived happilyeverafter!
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