I was three years old.
They were black kitten heels, they made the clicking sound of high heels and they were my first pair of “real shoes” as I called them. Sadly I don’t have them anymore but its ok, I have tonnes of other shoes. High heels, espadrilles, flip flops, flats, kitten heels, boots, stilettos….ah shoes. Shoes to make me tall.
I’m not even 5′5 which is considered average height for a woman. Its one of the few things I’ve been below average at in my life. Combined with my love of shoes and my absolute lack of height naturally I like big guys. 5′10-6′2 is ideal. Someone I can still be shorter than when I’m in 4 inch stilettos.
I went out with a really really really great guy last night. Smart, funny, educated, ambitious, complete gentleman, knows art…tonnes of good qualities. But here’s the thing…He’s my height! I was in 1.5 inch heels (slingbacks, black) and he was just my height. I felt like a giant. I don’t want to feel like a giant! After our date, I met up with N to have lattes and discuss…her take on it? “If he’s got an amazing personality the minor flaw won’t matter!” Um, well, the MINOR FLAW is that he’s MINOR. And yes her boyfriend is totally taller than her. So MinorFlaw will have to go on the friends list. He’s a great guy though, where’s my shorter girls? (I’m looking at you penguin pajama girl.)
I’m a loyal girl, I have loved shoes a long time and they’ve been good to me. I can’t just toss a 22 year relationship away over a guy no matter how great he is.
And if the word dancing through your mind right now is superficial, stop. He’s flithystinkingrich and I’m still not going to keep dating him.
