If I were a girl it would hardly be worth commenting on. But no, I’m a guy, so therefore it must be
because I’m a little bit strange. Or
that my proclivities lie in a different direction. My friends have started avoiding me or at least
only seeing me together in groups. They
think I’ll be a danger to them if they meet me alone.
I have lots of boxes to tick for shoes so it’s bound to take me time
to find the perfect pair. They mustn’t
rub, because the skin on my feet is delicate and prone to damage. They must last longer than five minutes,
because I can’t face the angst of shoe shopping more than once per year. They must be neither fashionable nor
unfashionable, because I prefer to avoid aligning myself to any particular
trend.
The colour is important because I have no desire to spend time in
the mornings considering whether they match or clash with my outfit for the
day. The material is important because
manmade makes ones feet sweat and leather sometimes offends. The heel is important because I am already
rather taller than many of my associates and I don’t wish to add any unnecessary
inches to my stature. The fastenings are
important because slip-ons are dated yet laces sometimes loosen even with the
securest of knots.
So you see why I say my shoes should be dream shoes. I don’t wish for a designer name or for
something everyone will admire. I simply
want precisely the right shoes and so far they exist only in my dreams.
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