After waking up late and putting together an outfit suitable for the corporate world I grabbed my favourite pair of shoes put them in my bag , and ran to get my bus. An hour later I was getting off the crowded tube wondering what I was doing in this rat race which so many seemed to love. What was it about London that attracted so many people who were willing to stand squashed together like sardines at 8am in the morning just to get to work and earn a meager living? OK well maybe some of them were earning a mega living which might make this a little more palatable. Then I remembered my prize pair of high heels, the one which would make it all seem OK. For sure they made me elegant, taller and yes sexier. Come on ladies you know the power of a good pair of high heels, they elevate you and give you bodacious feminine qualities like no other accessory.
So an hour and fifteen minutes later I'm sitting at my desk, corporate outfit and a pair of £70 Aldo heels that make me feel sassy, confident and different from the other girls in the office. Isn't it just a little crazy that one little accessory can do all that? As I walk to the kitchen to get my morning latte - Josephina our receptionist says -' I love your shoes... ', ten more steps and I'm in the kitchen getting my coffee and cereal and one of the guys from the far office comments, 'nice shoes'. Hmm I've come to expect this reaction with particular shoes . 'Thanks,' I reply and smiling make my way back to my desk.
The rest of the day is meet with similar encounters, moments where my boss raises he eyebrows, where the cleaner turns his head for a lingering moment, and as I take the lift downstairs the occasional glances from men I don't know. And just as I'm about to exit, a charismatic and slightly cocky young man smirks and says 'ahem i like your shoes'. Self confidence rising I have completely forgotten about the tube and am feeling more sexy by the minute. As I come back from lunch I clocked several glances all starting at me, starting with my shoes.
Am beginning to wonder, when a guy says he likes your shoes does he really mean it? Usually its followed by wondering eyes from the tip of my stilettos up my legs , hips, breast and then finally my face. Is this one comment just code for I liked to sleep with you, or does he really just like my shoes :) ?
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