You know what they are don't you? These impossibly high things. These things that most women consider indispensable. These things that are worth two months rent.
When I see girls my age wearing these, I'm uncomfortable. I'm uncomfortable not because I'm intimidated by the extra 6 inches that all but guarantee that she'll be peering down at me for the duration of the night. I'm uncomfortable because I, Afam am a man of ease. Everything about me is easy. These shoes are not so the person wearing them by extension is not. It's even worse if she cannot walk in them because then not only is she incredibly difficult to maintain, she is also a sadist.
If she is a sadist, she is probably also a sexual deviant. No, she's not a sexual deviant in the way that you'd like. She's the beat me black and blue type of deviant. This also translates to more trouble than she's worth.
Happy Days,
Afam.
7 comments:
Haha! "She's the beat me black and blue type of deviant"- too funny!
Thanks for the kind comment.
Happy Days.
This post made me feel guilty. But i promise... I'd never beat you...
Dami. i'm glad we're related..........love your blog to bits!!
Hahahahah.. d comparison btwn u, a man of ease and d shoes Nt being easy.. & by extension d wearer.. sounds funny to me tho.. hope its Nt Jst to me tho, so hard to type wif a hangover..
I hope so too Bobby!
I have never been anything but glad that we are related.
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