"Date Shoes"

When it comes to high heels there are three types of girls:

1.)    The girls who can pull off high heels effortlessly.

2.)    The girls who can pull off high heels for a few hours then walk limp around complaining. 

3.)    The girls who refuse to try.

Obviously, high heels are not natural. I often hear girls say that high heels are a “man-made invention made to emphasize women’s breasts and ass, and to make it harder for us to run away.” I partly agree but on the other hand the women who say that are the ones that wear them.  

When people walk it’s usually heel, toe, lift, repeat. When women wear high heels, suddenly its toe, toe, toe, toe. We’re tip-toeing around, so strides are shorter and balance is off.

I personally believe that high heels are really about self-confidence. My philosophy about high heels is that it really takes practice, patience and confidence. Walking in heels is like learning to walk all over again, so it takes practice. It takes patience because it doesn't happen overnight. It takes confidence because there's no such thing as walking around meekly in heels. 

Whether it’s a 5 inch stiletto or a 1 inch kitty heel, high heels have a crazy power over women (and men... but that’s a different story). In a matter of moments, women feel sexy, taller and poised. One moment they’re a short, average girl and then put them in a hot pair of heels and now they’re a tall, beautiful woman.

I love heels. I lost count a while ago of how many I own. I want to say I own around 10 pairs, but that may be an underestimation. My favorite pair of heels are my “date shoes.” They’re about 4 inches tall and pretty much go with any outfit since they’re nude colored. (When buying heels, nude or black are your best bet because they go with anything.) 

I got these shoes at Payless last year. Payless had always been a problem for me. When you’re a bargain queen, shoe addict, Payless is dangerous. Like an alcoholic going into a liquor store. I was with my boyfriend and I purposely left my wallet in the car. I told him,

“If I bring it in there, I know I’ll buy something, but if I leave it in here I have a better chance of keeping my money.”

Like usual, he didn’t believe me. I didn’t believe me either, but it’s a strategy I’ve tried without success. I usually find myself running back to the car, without announcing it to whoever I’m with, or asking them to borrow money. I have found some of my favorite shoes when I’m not looking for them. Similar to my viewpoint on relationships, the best ones come when you’re not searching. When I go looking for shoes, I usually end up bag-less…okay, so if you’ve read my other blog posts you might know by now I might be fudging the truth, just a little…

We get to Payless, I’m wallet-less and I tell myself that we’re here just for him. Jake needs winter boots. I don’t need shoes. I don’t need shoes. I don’t NEED shoes. But I want shoes. Boy, do I WANT shoes.

I find my date shoes in a matter of minutes, even though I try to stay clear of my shoe size aisle. I sneak over anyway when Jake isn’t looking and I try to just “window shop” but I couldn’t pass these shoes up. Little peep toes, little flower cut outs, and laces? Adorable.

But, I don’t have my wallet.

“Hey babyyyyy, do you love me?”

“You want shoes, don’t you?”

And that’s when I just smile really big and bat my eyelashes a lot.

There was a buy one get one half off sale going on and Jake ended up buying his winter boots and then my date shoes for me and not letting me pay him back either. I knew he truly loved me when he supports my shoe obsession. So now I love to wear these on dates with him because it reminds me of how sweet he is, and it reminds him that I look good in heels.