Boots, Boats, Hills, Heels and Cougars-in-training
Just a few moments and I'll explain...
The ferry rides in fashion-forward boots. This boots were barely made for walking and have me sliding into other passengers when I hit moister. Hydro-planing into others is filled with too many words...most of them 'Excuse me'. I have taken to wearing Bikkembergs until I can find a compromising cobbler.
Then there's the problem of four-inch heels on hills that incline more than forty-five degrees; this is not good for ones knees! I used to pride myself on my leg-power: I have dancers legs with streamlined, strong muscle tone and shapely contours...I inherited most of the beauty of my 'gams' from my mother. My luggage I call handbags does not help the ascensions either. Something has to give!
Although I have limited my family's access to my life considerably, my friends are still my friends. THEY were not the ones 'controlling' me, therefore, there was really no reason to hold them at arms-length. Except...well, when one begins anew, with so much positivity and promise, there is sometimes a pause- just a pause!- when deciding whether a friend is really worth 'all the trouble'. Such was the case when Cherese called to tell me she was coming to see me. "I've never been there so this should be fun!", she said while packing. "Oh...okay", I replied. I wasn't so sure. Cherese can be...abrasive and acerbic, that does not fit in with the cool, laid-back demeanor of the residents in my present city. We would simply have to see.
I stood in the airport at the site we picked out on a floorplan map on-line, tapping my foot impatiently. Her flight was in on time- where was she? "I almost didn't recognize you! What is up with your hair~?" My sorority sister was used to my sleek and straight hair; this was my wavy 'devil-may-care' hair. "Those are some pretty worn-in skinnies- wait...where did you get those?" "Wal-mart I think-" "WHAT?!" "Cherese, lower your voice- people are staring." "WAL-mart? OH-ma-gawd! Not even Target?", she teased pronouncing Target 'Tar-jay'. "Ha ha-" "I think it is the boots that are really getting to me. Are those...?", she was waiting for me to interrupt and mention the designer. I didn't. "Where did you get those?" "Balenciaga", I whined. "You are wearing bargain-basement skinny jeans and BALENCIAGA woven leather over the knee boots?!" "Yes!" "So...this is your answer to high-low couture?" I lowered my lids and looked at her sideways. I almost laughed but I would not give her the snaps.
"Looks like someone doesn't mind your poor fashion sense...", she said while directing me to a young man behind us. "Okay! let's move it!" "What? Have you sworn off men again?" Quite the opposite...there is a certain type of guy that has been eliciting a weird response from me. Think: tigress in estrus. "Hi!Is this all yours? I can help-" "Please do!", Cherese requested as I tried not to look at him dead-on. I could not help myself, he had the bluest eyes I'd seen yet and a mess of semi-curly brunette hair piled, unkempt under a hat. We exchanged numbers and I waved him goodbye as we entered the cab. "He was cute- messy, young and a little moth-eaten- but cute." "Cherese...I don't know what to say. I just, I seem to be attracting...young guys." "Like Alex?" Oh gawd~! Alex. It was not fair of her to bring him up! "How YOUNG was he again?-" "Stop it!", I demanded. "He is so fine, I went on his facebook the other day to do some...maintenance." "Oww Cherese!" The thought of my friend using pictures of my ex to fuel her...stimulations was too much- much too much! "Why Cherese?" "You KNOW why! HE IS FINE!" Alex was absolutely beautiful. From his hair to his accent, he was lovely to behold. "I cannot BELIEVE I did that!" "I can! Don't be too hard on yourself...at least he was legal to drink-" "In Canada!" We both had a laugh at my expense.
While Cherese freshened up, I sat on the bed undressing, and staring at my Balenciaga boots. I could give them away, but to who? I wear between a 5 1/2 and a 6 in footwear. This is not average except in maybe China. I could sell them at a consignment shop...I lie back on the bed in my underwear, listening to Sarah McLachlan and crooning in my alto with her. Hold on...hold on to yourself, cuz' this is gonna hurt like hell. "Hey, cougar!-" "I am NOT old enough to be a cougar!" "Well, cougar-in-training, let's go! I want to hit that Zanadu place before Shucker's. You know I love Olivia Newton-John and disco." "Hmmph! Well, Cherese, you are in for a surprise because there is nothing about this Zanadu that has to do with her OR disco." 'When she finishes dealing with the dorks I hang out with there, she will probably feel like she entered surreal alternative world. "Let's go granola gypsy, I'm dressed, you should be too!" "Stop cracking your whip woman!" We giggled like schoolgirls. Maybe she will be okay here. The atmosphere may rub off on her and she'll slow down too.
More from her trip later. M.~
The ferry rides in fashion-forward boots. This boots were barely made for walking and have me sliding into other passengers when I hit moister. Hydro-planing into others is filled with too many words...most of them 'Excuse me'. I have taken to wearing Bikkembergs until I can find a compromising cobbler.
Then there's the problem of four-inch heels on hills that incline more than forty-five degrees; this is not good for ones knees! I used to pride myself on my leg-power: I have dancers legs with streamlined, strong muscle tone and shapely contours...I inherited most of the beauty of my 'gams' from my mother. My luggage I call handbags does not help the ascensions either. Something has to give!
Although I have limited my family's access to my life considerably, my friends are still my friends. THEY were not the ones 'controlling' me, therefore, there was really no reason to hold them at arms-length. Except...well, when one begins anew, with so much positivity and promise, there is sometimes a pause- just a pause!- when deciding whether a friend is really worth 'all the trouble'. Such was the case when Cherese called to tell me she was coming to see me. "I've never been there so this should be fun!", she said while packing. "Oh...okay", I replied. I wasn't so sure. Cherese can be...abrasive and acerbic, that does not fit in with the cool, laid-back demeanor of the residents in my present city. We would simply have to see.
I stood in the airport at the site we picked out on a floorplan map on-line, tapping my foot impatiently. Her flight was in on time- where was she? "I almost didn't recognize you! What is up with your hair~?" My sorority sister was used to my sleek and straight hair; this was my wavy 'devil-may-care' hair. "Those are some pretty worn-in skinnies- wait...where did you get those?" "Wal-mart I think-" "WHAT?!" "Cherese, lower your voice- people are staring." "WAL-mart? OH-ma-gawd! Not even Target?", she teased pronouncing Target 'Tar-jay'. "Ha ha-" "I think it is the boots that are really getting to me. Are those...?", she was waiting for me to interrupt and mention the designer. I didn't. "Where did you get those?" "Balenciaga", I whined. "You are wearing bargain-basement skinny jeans and BALENCIAGA woven leather over the knee boots?!" "Yes!" "So...this is your answer to high-low couture?" I lowered my lids and looked at her sideways. I almost laughed but I would not give her the snaps.
"Looks like someone doesn't mind your poor fashion sense...", she said while directing me to a young man behind us. "Okay! let's move it!" "What? Have you sworn off men again?" Quite the opposite...there is a certain type of guy that has been eliciting a weird response from me. Think: tigress in estrus. "Hi!Is this all yours? I can help-" "Please do!", Cherese requested as I tried not to look at him dead-on. I could not help myself, he had the bluest eyes I'd seen yet and a mess of semi-curly brunette hair piled, unkempt under a hat. We exchanged numbers and I waved him goodbye as we entered the cab. "He was cute- messy, young and a little moth-eaten- but cute." "Cherese...I don't know what to say. I just, I seem to be attracting...young guys." "Like Alex?" Oh gawd~! Alex. It was not fair of her to bring him up! "How YOUNG was he again?-" "Stop it!", I demanded. "He is so fine, I went on his facebook the other day to do some...maintenance." "Oww Cherese!" The thought of my friend using pictures of my ex to fuel her...stimulations was too much- much too much! "Why Cherese?" "You KNOW why! HE IS FINE!" Alex was absolutely beautiful. From his hair to his accent, he was lovely to behold. "I cannot BELIEVE I did that!" "I can! Don't be too hard on yourself...at least he was legal to drink-" "In Canada!" We both had a laugh at my expense.
While Cherese freshened up, I sat on the bed undressing, and staring at my Balenciaga boots. I could give them away, but to who? I wear between a 5 1/2 and a 6 in footwear. This is not average except in maybe China. I could sell them at a consignment shop...I lie back on the bed in my underwear, listening to Sarah McLachlan and crooning in my alto with her. Hold on...hold on to yourself, cuz' this is gonna hurt like hell. "Hey, cougar!-" "I am NOT old enough to be a cougar!" "Well, cougar-in-training, let's go! I want to hit that Zanadu place before Shucker's. You know I love Olivia Newton-John and disco." "Hmmph! Well, Cherese, you are in for a surprise because there is nothing about this Zanadu that has to do with her OR disco." 'When she finishes dealing with the dorks I hang out with there, she will probably feel like she entered surreal alternative world. "Let's go granola gypsy, I'm dressed, you should be too!" "Stop cracking your whip woman!" We giggled like schoolgirls. Maybe she will be okay here. The atmosphere may rub off on her and she'll slow down too.
More from her trip later. M.~
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