Women in High Heels, Don't Walk Out of Our Memories
If my opinion counts for anything
count it now. The story you are about to read is a story that is hard to tell without feeling sad. I hate feeling sad. Especially about a subject as dear to me as women who wear high heels.
Do not misunderstand. This story is not
pornographic. Nor is it a smut-laden analogy using cheap, dirty slang to degrade females and uplift with opaque gratification, the freedom to use women and high heels for personal gain.
This is what this story is NOT.
Let's face it
and I speak to both men and women here. Women who know how to wear high heels are one of life's few pure perks if you are in the mindset I have about this type of woman. Bravo, I say to each woman in and out of HubPages who has ever or will ever don a pair of high heels and charm her way into the minds and hearts of men (such as myself) who highly-value and appreciate a woman who is not ashamed or afraid, might be the best word, to be a feminine woman in today's fast-changing socioeconomic and status-melting society.
Just give me a long sidewalk with no one to bother me. Not salesmen, traveling preachers looking for new recruits, or even a produce delivery man named Louigi.
Just a mild summer afternoon from 1:30 to 3 p.m. with a light breeze teasing the warmth of the day and let a real lady with a pair of black high heels come toward me and yet, not know I am there and walk her way past me while I try to pretend that I am not getting weaker by the moment.
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Call me nuts.
Call me looney.
I just do not care. I am sharing a few of my sincere thoughts about a normal and yet, overlooked part of our lives: Women in high heels.
I remember as a youth sitting in the family car as my dad and mom went together to shop for groceries and other things we needed and I would watch this group of older men who sat on the front of the grocery store that my parents frequented and every lady who came by, their heads all turned in perfect-unison and when she went out-of-sight, they went back to smoking, telling jokes and just being older men.
Something told me at that young age that this part of our American heritage would soon be fading from the very fabric that helped to weave our country into the great place she is.
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I won't hide the truth
from you. I first became aware of the beauty of women wearing high heels when I was in the seventh-grade. Don't ask me why this awareness came at this time in my life, for I do not know. Oh, how I wish I did, for I could write a best-selling novel on how a male's hormones are never on schedule as some sociologists were known to say in "my day."
The teacher's name was (a) Mrs. Louise Gann. What a woman and I mean that in every aspect of the term, woman. For a teacher she was well put together and I cannot be more sensitive and understanding than that.
She had thick hair and wore it high on her head just like those pretty women in the late 50's and 60's like Donna Reed and others like her. Mrs. Gann knew how to be a woman without compromising her viewpoints, career accomplishments or station in life. In other terms she carried herself with a certain unmovable attitude.
When she walked the hallway of my school with those old, outdated hardwood floors, discerning young men like me paid her all of the attention in the world. And we enjoyed every moment of it.
Then as time passed
and I grew older, I never let the memories of Mrs. Gann fade. No, I began to appreciate the girls in my class who by now had come into their own as young women and that included (for some) the wearing of high heels, but I swear by all shy men everywhere, these young women hadn't yet mastered the art of walking so gracefully as the Mrs. Gann who could easily teach them a few things about how a woman should act and walk.
This is a very-incomplete list
of the women I have adored in my past who looked so perfect while wearing their high heels both in colors black, white, and even red.
- Elizabeth Ashley, critically-acclaimed actress
- Elizabeth Montgomery, Bewitched
- Jlll St. John, actress
- Ann Margaret, actress
- Linda Rondstat, singer
- Linda Eastman, ex-wife of Paul McCartney
- Barbara Bain, actress, "Mission Impossible," CBS TV
- Sharon Tate, actress
- Lynda Carter, actress, Wonder Woman, TV series
- Sally Field, actress, Gidget
- Helen Hunt, actress, Super girl
- Sandra Reifers, substitute teacher in my 11th grade Algebra class
- Marilyn Monroe, actress
- Katie Kouric, former host of NBC's Today
Those days of fantasy
are well-past gone. I am now the very-grounded and civil man of 60, happily-married to my one and only wife, Pam, who by the way, looks great in high heels.
I have told her this on many occasions.
And yes, I have to come clean with you. There are those times when I am busy battling reoccurring bouts of depression brought on because my days of holding down a job are over, which robs a man of that certain drive, I think to myself that I might have been a bit mentally-disturbed in my young, single days to have such a deep-appreciation for women who wear high hells.
Then I take sip of my black coffee and think about something else. That is how my mind works.
I want to tell you this
very sad story. I am not about to change one word, thought, or idea.
I just happen to be in a local big-ticket department store last week and I just happen to walk upon two young women who looked to be college graduates.
Both looked very good, very prim and proper as they were comparing shoes that one of them was planning to buy.
"Ohhhh, those are cute. Get those," said the blond girl.
"Well, they are nice, but like, I can't make up my mind," replied the second blond.
"Hey, we are gonna be late. Make up your mind," the first blond insisted.
"Well okay. I'll take these," the second blond said not fully-convinced of her choice.
I stood in total amazement at what the young woman was taking to the cashier. A pair of flats. Flats, I have learned, are today's shoes for young women, career women, and women in general.
Flats are just that. Flat. No character. No sense of adventure. And no looks.
In short, not high heels.
"Thank you so much for taking time to read this hub."
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