Shafted

dr1819, love the casino story. Nice pair of sandals you procured for yourself as well.

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dr1819

Thank you - I'm quite happy with them!

I discovered rather quickly that casinos could care less what you're wearing, provided it's not distracting the customers (could given an uneven advantage to an alliance at a table - against the gaming laws, which casinos enforce as much as possible themselves as it keeps the gaming commission out of their hair).

If the casino has a movie theater in it, all the better. One of my favorite hangouts, and the first place in which I wore heels was a casino with a movie theater. I walked up to the bar, began playing video poker, was comped a beer, bought another, then walked over to the theater. A couple of people noticed my heels, but didn't say anything.

After pushing the envelope during the second and third years, I've settled into a routine of wearing whatever I want around the house (usually a skirt, and usually heels), but out on the town I usually wear a very conservative pair of heels, just boots with a 3" block heel.

In re-reading, I just saw the part about the casino story - thanks!

Here's another I thought you might like (I couldn't tell anyone this before my divorce):

I was in Vegas, early in my heeling days. After spending about 2 hours at the video poker bar at the Riviera, trying to screw up enough courage to swap my sneaks for heels (aka, plying myself with drinks), I finally exited, changed footwear, and strolled back in wearing a pair of dark, muted two-strap sandals with three inch heels. With low jeans they appeared to be men's sandals, as the straps were wide.

I strolled around the casino, extremely aware of every eye on me. I must have been very nervous as the security guards picked up on it and I noticed them staring at me, but they were staring at my eyes, not my heels. So I forced myself to relax, strolled up to the bar, and ordered another beer, feeling a bit tipsy at that point.

After about five minutes of playing video poker, I strolled over to the craps table, where the action was rather hot (well, excited, anyway). I noticed a beautiful dark-skinned brunette at the table next to what appeared to be a rich man. Our eyes locked for a moment, and we exchanged the gentlest of smiles before returning to the action. I wandered a couple of tables over, watching the blackjack action at a $100 minimum table - boring, but I am into blackjack.

After a couple of minutes, I felt an arm slide into mine.

It was her.

She told me her name, I told her mine, then she suggested we get some fresh air.

I was married at the time, but I thought "how often does a beautiful brunette take you by the arm and ask you to go for a walk?"

Shortly after we strolled outside, talking about all kinds of things, she asked, "what's that sound?" We'd wandered away from the crowds, and she'd heard the clicking on my heels (she was in flats). I showed her my sandals and she said, "Ohmygod! You're wearing heels!" She laughed a bit, but I didn't care, as she was good company. Then she said, "That is so incredibly sexy," and tried kissing me on the spot, obviously intent on helping persuade me to go elsewhere. I averted her kiss, then told her, "I'm sorry - I really do enjoy your company, but I'm spoken for," showing her my ring." She said, "That doesn't matter," and it was my turn to laugh, for in my much younger days I'd have gone with her willingly, and she was obviously quite a catch, physically speaking. I explained that I was faithful, and while I didn't mind strolling around with someone as beautiful as she was, I'd never been unfaithful to my wife, and that night would be no exception. She tried once more, and when I averted that one, too, she asked if I was gay, to which I replied, "Not by a long shot. If I were gay, I certainly wouldn't be with someone as beautifully sexy as you!" We walked for about another ten minutes, and she said, "I have to get back to the casino. It's been really nice talking with you. You're wife's lucky. I wish I was as lucky as she was."

At that point, she turned, and walked off. I thought about calling after her, but I just stood there, watching her walk away. About twenty seconds later she turned around, looked back, saw me still watching her. I smiled at her and waved. She smiled back and blew me a kiss. I caught it, and brought it to my heart to let her know how much I thought of her, even though it wasn't meant to be. She just smiled more, turned, and headed back to her friends, and to her own husband, the guy who was at the craps table when she and I first exchanged smiles.

Shafted

Wow, talk about good vibes. What a really neat experience. I can see why you had to wait until your divorce before you could tell it.

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dr1819

The funny thing is that while my wife supported it for the first couple years (I think she thought it was novel), she rebelled against my wearing heels the last, then finally began calling me "gay," even though I through out everything that wasn't plane-jane chunk low heel.

Yet I never cheated on her, even in my heart. She really hasn't a clue as to what she's lost.

Fortunately, my girlfriend, a far more stable individual, accepts me for who I am, heels, skirts, and all, and we're able to actually discuss contentious issues. How's that for "novel?" I call it "neat!" And very near and endearing to my heart.

Guy N. Heels

"Women should stick to shoes with heels less than 4cm (1.5in) if they wanted to avoid a trip to hospital, he advised."

Well now, do we have doctor do-good or what? I know some women who couldn't walk a straight line in beach flip-flops while others have little difficulty on 6" skyscraper heels! Also, with my collapsed spine, it's not impossible for me to hurt myself just getting out of bed. Someone please tell the good doctor that the world is a dangerous place.

By the way, please see my latest poll on the minimum height of a high heel on this same forum.

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Dawn HH

Dr1819:-)

What a stroke of luck for you at the casino in one way and in another way what a cavalier way that you defended your wife and marriage. That has never happened to me yet and probably never will, but I'm sure that I would, (without a doubt), handle it in the very same way as you did. Congrats to you for being a gentleman. A gentleman who wears heels may be quite rare these days. No doubt, you will try to dig up some statistics on that one. TEE! HEE!
Cheers---

Dawn HH

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HH_addicted

any sport is dangerous

I once walked down a slippery slope ... gras... had rained... I was young and I was not even into hh... but I sliped and got my hand very unlucky bhind my back to catch my fall and broke my arm... so no need to wear hh to break something! :D

muddypaws

I said the same thing a few weeeks ago, and was told nobody else wanted to see them.
I agree with you. Keep looking very closely- they do get a glimpse now and then
Muddypaws

thedesigner

If wearing heels is dangerous, then i love danger, bring it on!!!

benthere

I must have stumbled on the same conclusion. I only wear what fits - comfortably. Even if it's comfortable during the first hour, if it gets uncomfortable, I step down.