Good Responses From Women: The Ultimate Resource - Page 40

johnieheel · 12th May 2008, 03:48

Actually my wife's daughter took home a pair of patent d-orsey stack heels that she never wears any more and before that, she wore them all day when they went out.
As for the son, his father is Mr. Macho in police academy and am waiting to here what he says about his little boy trying on my wife's heels and prancing around the house. LOL!!!

HappyFeat · 12th May 2008, 04:27

I have a story that have been meaning to share. In my early days of going out in heels, like many others I would go out late at night, and venture into places quite cautiously. I usually wore very inconspicuous shoes or boots and long jeans or trousers.

One place I would stop was a convenience store, mainly because they had an easily accessible restroom. One night I stopped, and there was a young woman working, maybe 20 years old. I was maybe 32 at the time. That night I had decided to be a bit more daring so I wore a red sweater, navy pinstriped pants, and a pair of red Bellini pumps that had straps that criss-crossed my feet. I stopped, went to the restroom and left. The store was actually quite busy, so being so boldly "out" made my heart beat in my throat. I made it quickly to the car and left.

A few nights later, I decided to go out again. This time I wore jeans and a pair of black sling-backs from some cheap brand I used to wear in those days. I stopped at the same place and headed to the restroom. The store wasn't busy at all at the time. On my way out, the clerk said "Can I ask you something?"

Of course, I was very nervous. This was the first time ANYBODY had talked to me while I was wearing heels. So I went with it. She said that she wanted to ask me the last time I stopped in, but I was "in and out in such a hurry."

She asked me where I got the red shoes that I was wearing the last time I was in because she was going to a party (it was just before Christmas) and the red shoes would match her dress perfectly. She said, "Yea, I had to call and tell my boyfriend that some guy came in wearing the perfect shoes." At this point I knew that not only did she like my shoes, some guy wearing them was perfectly cool with her. We talked for about 10 minutes. Nervous me made up some stupid cover story about working a late shift alone so I didn't seem like I was some guy who just drove around in the middle of the night....Oh the early days.

So, two nights later I went back. This time I went a bit further wearing a pair of brown gauchos, nylons, and pumps. I ha written down the brand and the style of the shoes to give her so she could see if she could find them in her size. We talked for about 5 minutes (She was curious about how I could wear heels since she and most of her friends hated wearing them, how well I walked in them, how many do I have, do I wear them all the time, etc. The kind of banter that I have found is common when talking to women about my choice of footwear.)

When I gave her the slip with the information, I could see her face light up, then go a bit dim. I think she was thinking I was giving her my phone number as I look back. However she was happy to get the information and thanked me.

That was the last night she worked in the store. Later I ran into her and she said she was in an automobile accident and had to quit that job but had a new one as a waitress and that i should stop by and see her. I never did. At that point I was becoming more comfortable, but still too nervous to go to a restaurants in heels.

Meeting her was what put me over the hump, so to speak. I wear red shoes and go to restaurants a lot now!

johnieheel · 12th May 2008, 07:03

Thanks HappyFeat for a very inspiring story. Seems like thats the way it always is. You are scared to death, later to find out it was no big deal and people are much more tolerant to a man in heels than we give them credit for.

billyb · 12th May 2008, 17:04

Johnie
Your stories are really inspirational and it give hope to those of us that do not have families that are as understanding as yours, never stop keeping us informed on how it is going

shyguy · 12th May 2008, 18:28

Thanks both to Johnieheel, and happyfeat for their uplifting posts. It's hearing these kind of positive stories which makes me think more and more about joining the outdoor heel wearers.

roniheels · 13th May 2008, 02:00

Quote:

Originally Posted by shyguy

Thanks both to Johnieheel, and happyfeat for their uplifting posts. It's hearing these kind of positive stories which makes me think more and more about joining the outdoor heel wearers.

I too would like to say thanks again to both Johnieheels and happyfeet. I enjoy both of your stories and posts and both of you inspire me keep street heeling in many different places. In a recent post, I told of engaging in conversation with a female coffee shop employee. It is so nice to share thoughts with people who are curious about me wearing high heels.

Thank you both again. Please keep street healing and sharing your stories.

HappyFeat · 13th May 2008, 14:30

Thank you for all of the kind words on my previous post in this thread. As I alluded before it was a turning point in my freedom to dress as I wish and being myself. Though I do not have the shoes anymore (I sold them on e-bay), I did find pictures of them and thought that I wold share those. They are not the sexiest and are a bit worn, but I thought a visual might be nice.

I did wear a pair of taupe nylons with them that night...

flavio · 14th May 2008, 01:40

Those are classy shoes HappyFeat! Good looking ones!

Nick-65 · 15th May 2008, 02:27

Look Guys, I wear alot of Dansko clogs and shoes as well as Steve Madden ladies casuals, Skechers, Crocs, And even Ladies Ballerina flats, Why??? because they are Damn comfortable and I think that that theese looks as well as my clothing choices are WAY WAY MORE UNISEX BASED ON COMFORT AND SIMPLICITY AND SEX APPEAL THAN ANYTHINGELSE, think this one out and get back to me, Nick

Danielinheels · 14th June 2008, 22:03

I just had a good response. This story involves two women. One of whom I consider a sister, we'll call her Kelly. Kelly has a friend who is interested in me. We'll call this friend Myra.

So, Myra and I had been talking recently and I revealed how I do a quick, 20-minute routine working out in stilettos (I do). She kept on mentioning "scary" in her responses, which I always countered with, "But harmless." Eventually she asked if she'd someday see me randomly in ladies shoes, so I agreed to break her in on the idea.

Yesterday I agreed to go visit her. Since Kelly was also going to be over (Kelly saw my heels on Halloween), I figured I'd wear those same shoes. I got to the house, and Myra didn't even notice until I pointed it out. Kelly didn't notice until Myra pointed it out to her. So then they started asking if my feet were hurting, where I got em, why I do it, etc. I answered them truthfully and I could see both of them becoming more comfortable with the idea.

Then I got the idea, maybe we should go out to a bar that we like.

Myra and Kelly, in unison, ask if I brought a backup pair of shoes. I didn't. Well, I did, but it was these:

http://www.payless.com/Catalog/Produ...iveColor=Black

So we set out, got parked, and... sat there as Myra serously wondered if I was up to it. Kelly knew I was, so we shared an inside joke... we got out, and as we walked from the front patio to the bar, I could see several heads turn. Two guys at a table stopped talking, looked down, then jumped right back into their conversation trying to act as though they didn't notice.

Once inside the bar, though, nobody noticed, or if they did they didn't say anything. The girls continued their questioning, I continued my answering.... this bar is pet-friendly, and a guy with a 175-lb. Great Dane brought his dog in. Suddenly, I'm jockeying for second-place in the "most attention" department... not that there was anything wrong with that. Kelly wanted to pet the dog and I was all too willing to accompany her. Still nothing.

Then some guys showed up that they didn't want to see, including Myra's ex. Suddenly the mood shifted and I had to go to the restroom, but wasn't gonna move. Didn't want to cause anything that didn't need to be. They, however, invited themselves to join us.

I got my release when they (guys) were trying to decide where to go next. Obviously, Myra's ex was looking pissed, I'm texting Myra trying to figure out how the hell I'm gonna escape, Kelly silently knows and sympathizes with both of us... so I say to them, "Decide where y'all are gonna go next, and we'll follow, but I need just a little longer to feel comfortable driving." They agreed and left the bar. I could've set records with the speed I dashed to the restroom at this point, heels and all. By the time I was done, they'd scattered to elsewhere... we got in the car, I changed shoes (they didn't know what I'd changed into), we went back to Myra's.

The wedges make NO noise, so it was a while before either of them noticed I'd changed into another pair of women's shoes. They both agreed that I wear them well, asked about where I got them, etc etc etc... obviously the whole time, I'm scanning Myra, who's scanning me and adjusting to my look and how I'm sure it's different from anything she's seen. Eventually, after much conversation, we got sleepy, so we crashed...

Myra had to work, so Kelly and I hung out for a spell before coming to my place. Kelly had to use my computer, so I tidied up while she did what she had to do. When we were ready to leave again, I changed into a diff. pair of jeans and my camouflage "Ha! Now You Can't See Me!" shirt. I pulled out the brown pair of the same shoes, and asked Kelly which I should wear. Rather than say, "Neither, you're at home, go put on some regular shoes," she actually suggested the brown ones! So I slipped them on, went to replace the black ones, and showed Kelly my collection of shoes (currently stored in one of those under-the-bed packaway bags). She again seemed receptive to the idea, then suggested we go bug Myra at work (she works at a shoe boutique, that tragically doesn't carry my size). Again, on the way there no comments or odd looks, and Myra appeared to be fully warmed up to the idea by this point.

This is probably my biggest success yet. Avoided a potentially volatile situation, and warmed up two people to the idea of me in women's shoes. I'm glowing right now :D