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Monday, December 20, 2010
Story #6 Pinky shoes
What can you do in a sunny, warm Los Angeles’s Sunday? Especially if you live by yourself and you are in a mood to go out, far from home..or not that far?
Well, you can go to hike in a one of many canyons, hidden here and there in a mountains…Also, you can go to a movie theatre- if it is something interesting to watch..I mean something what does worth to watch which happen rarely… And, the third possibility is go shopping or only look around in the malls…
This particular lady decides to use this third possibility. She was sitting in front of a mirror and worked on her make up while thinking what eventually she need to buy. The lashes were ready and she applies a lip gloss, that’s it- she doesn’t need more make up nevertheless she was in her late forties - the skin was gloving, the green eyes were bright, long red mahogany hair shined healthy, and the a body could belong to a young girl. The only <problem> she had was a belly- her belly stretches clearly were telling that she gave birth…but who cares..she felt herself attractive. And she was.
Satisfied, Ina put on her loving, very nice Spanish made black high hill shoes, not very tight sleeveless black with white big printed roses dress and left the apartment. At her way to the car she decides what goal for the shopping will be- it’s not necessarily buy something for herself- she has family back in Europe...sometimes she found very nice shoes in a shoe store Off Broadway..the sizes she knows…lets try a luck. Off Broadway was a huge place – high ceiling, wide PROSTRASTVO full of thousands of shoes from sandals to boots- it was very convenient place to shopping with a parking lot which was very important to not spend a time.
Here she was- nice place…the conditioner was on- what a relieve in 100 degrees! but sometimes Ina was thinking how ridiculous it was- the ocean of different brands, colors, materials, but it wasn’t easy to find some pair which she would want to buy. How it was happening- she couldn’t realize! Walking by the aisles for one or two hours she couldn’t see anything which would catch the eyes… If she had that unusual taste? Look at that people – they are many: women all ages, men, children are running around. And teens- very special category… not kids, but not the adults anymore- very difficult age for themselves and for their parents also. They do not know who they are yet, so, how someone else can know! She was looking for the shoes, but for the people, too. How serious people were about their shoes as no one was wearing shoes before- that shows how important the simple pair of shoes was to represent their personality. She was walking through the aisles entertaining herself by the thoughts about people, shoes, making some funny conclusions…Wow, where can you go with these shoes!- high tiny heels, four fingers high platform, red colored lacquer, few metal garments,…… whose cosmic mind create them...in which industry you should work or in what kind of places you should go wearing these shoes she wonders. Questions like this were buzzing in her head while she was jugging the shoes placed around. Why these ugly brown-black-green flat shoes had to the exit or who exactly modeled them – is this designer was depressed while constructing these shoes or it was only the meter of taste? Or these pair of ottoman looking flippers good enough only for a woman who desperately wants to fall and brake her legs – high heels, tiny pointy front part and no any straps on behind.
So, she is having a good time here in the store as usually have! There are few funny ideas appear in her head: how she would combine this shoes with which dress …how it would look like.. She burst in laugh…
“Pardon me,” she heard, “May I ask you for a favor…?” Wide opened blue eyes of a young man were looking at hers begging. “ If you try on these shoes I would appreciate it…” He interrupt her thoughts and it took time to land on the aisle again… “Pardon me? …to try these sandals on?... how do you know that she will like these shoes? Isn’t it easier to bring her here…to try them on…probably she wont like them?”
“You have exactly the same size as my girlfriend has…it’s 8, right?”
“Not at all, mine is 6 and a half.”
“Please, make me a favor…it will take only a minute…” he was quietly asking. She convinced- really, what a big deal! Taking her shoes off she was thinking : how come men are that illogical! The pair of shoes could be comfortable on one person and could kill another woman feet! Or whatever one woman admire as a model another one could hate. She put them on- this choice of his- high heel bright pink sandals with a long ribbons to wrap the ankle and finish with a big bow. She was sure- there is no one girlfriend who would like to have these shoes into her wardrobe- no way! She tightened the ribbon and raised.
He looked at the shoes in admiration!
“So, you like them, ah? Well, I hope your girlfriend will.”
“O, thanks for your kindness. May I ask you to make a few steps…are they comfortable? I want to surprise her with my taste...”
Ina looked at him thinking:”O, eh, you’ll surprise her! I am sure…with this pink horror..who wont be?” and pronounced:“Actually, yes, the are..”, she made few steps on the aisle, “strange, but they are…the hills are high a little for my taste, but…they are not heavy…and look nice at the feet. I was glad to help you.” She lied, but it was nice to help. Ina headed the bench to take the sandals off when a blue eyed man suddenly kneeled in front of her, stretched his hands to her ankle and gently raised her foot to his chick. Lost her balance woman had been forced to support herself on man’s head.
“Excuse me… pardon me…let me take the sandals off…”
Man was petting her leg, telling: “ Nice shoes…nice….What do you use for hair removing? That soft skin…”
She understood. And suddenly start feel fool- very unpleasant feeling … Quietly she told him: ”Let me go or I’ll scream…”
He lifted his face toward hers, blue eyes was sad and full with tears, and put her leg on the carpet floor. She took her hand off his head , sandals off her feet, and quickly left an aisle.
He lifted his face toward hers, blue eyes was sad and full with tears, and put her leg on the carpet floor. She took her hand off his head , sandals off her feet, and quickly left an aisle.
While she was walking to the store’s exit her furiousness slipped away. Her plan to tell security guard that some freak is in the store left her head. She was thinking- why? Probably I should tell someone…She went to the parking lot, got into the car, put the driver’s sit in a comfortable position continue thinking. Well, she ask herself locking the hands on the chest, why you haven’t do anything about the situation? What the problem is? And the answer was- he felt sorry for this guy who came to the store to touch any woman ..who needs a touch, but probably, haven’t have any girlfriend to be with…yes, she felt sorry. He wasn’t after children, he wasn’t harmful, he was lonely. She recall the movie Lonely Guy with Steve Martin where lonely guys were talking to the plants, jumping from the bridge, renting the carton figures for the parties because they even didn’t have a company for a party…it was a case she guess. How come the people’s brain be that difficult to understand? Why men are acting that bizarre sometimes? Why some men feel attracted to the kids, sometimes to their own? What could happen with a man’s sexuality that make him turn for the sex to his own daughter, for example? Or what’s that when a teenager become intimate with a woman his mom’s age? What the reason for the attraction could be? She was curious when the point turn occurs? Exactly. Of course, one of the reasons is a hormonal level, but still it couldn’t be all… She knew how early her sexuality start knocking at her everyday existence ..it was early….she was about 10 years old.. ., so suspected that many other girls were in the same situation at that age and, actually, they were ready for the sex physically..and some of them were having a sex – she knew these girls. They have had their secret life, secret not only from the parents, but also from their friends, because they knew- it was something that suppose to be hidden deeply…it was dangerous, prohibited, and punished if discovered. So, go ahead…boys and girls at the same age were ready to have sex…Even in a middle ages the normal age for marriage was 10-13 depends on the country…Romeo and Juliette…and so on…The point of Ina’s brainstorming was to make a conclusion why and when these boys and girls…no, let me see only boys….girls are different…, so, why these boys haven’t been experienced the excitement of their starting sexuality with the same age partners, but turned their attention to the much older women..or boys? What’s particularly happened to the young man from the shop that he start going to the shops (she was sure that she wasn’t his first experience)? What exiting in a lie about the girlfriend and the shoes? What exactly he was thinking heading the shop? Stepping into? Looking for the victim? At last, when the woman realizes that this is a scenario?
Wasn’t able to find the exit from the corridor of her thoughts, which was going down to the darkness instead to the light of the answer, she turned on the car’s engine and left the parking.
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I enjoy reading your texts with interesting thoughts. In my opinion, from the dawning of the mankind the man has always had a problem with himself. Is no different in contemporary civilization. One man are guided by instinct other with emotions, and still other with mind. Most important, this way to merge these guilds in order not to harm other and yourself.
ReplyDeleteExactly!
ReplyDeleteI love talking to you, not only because you agree with some my brainstorming, but also because you are open minded and do not play...do not manipulate...just love it...seriously..
Sorry, there is no smile face with hug...really feel sorry..lol..
"Sorry, there is no smile face..."
ReplyDeleteWhy sorry? Better is a true, honest expression face, than infantile and feigned smile... but I believe that still you can frankly smile, but... the photographer is inattentive...-no.lol.=)