Odessa

I am not a normal girl - I hate shopping. I hate dressing up. Every once in a while the urge to act like a girl emerges (or I am requested to make believe). One of these occations has arisen - I am going to a rather fancy Christmas party. I got the outfit - no problem. Shoes, hmmm, shoes. Looked in the closet - nothing suitable. So, I had to go shoe shopping for some dressy shoes.

I start my trek. One thing becomes clear, Sexy and City has ruined my shoe choices. There are nothing by 3 inch high, strappy stelletoes of death. My anxiety level rises. Where are some cute little babydolls? To make things even more fun, I am fucking Sasquatch - size 10 or 11.

At the 4th store - I finally try on a pair of 2 inch high heels with wide heel. I realize I am not longer able to stand tippy toe and forget walking. At the 5th store, patience waning - I find a pair of "kitten heel" shoes - 1 inch high but skinny. Try walking and almost take out a rack. I realize this in not going well. My choices are uncomfortable, dangerous, or something I would expect to wear full support hose with. I am beaten. I muster all my discipline and trek to a 6th store.

What is that I see? A babydoll? huh? what? but ... but ... its a sneaker. Try it on, feels great! I bought them. I'm going to wear them. I'm hoping NO ONE looks that closely at my feet. But at least the shoe shopping torment is over and I can still secretly be the schleppy geek in sneakers I really wanna be - even if I look all dressed up.