October 2, 2009

Happy Feet

It was a weeknight in October 1998. The evening was clear with a definite chill in the air. Weather perfection. I had a date, a cliched meeting for coffee. At Starbucks even. Decaf for me. I didn't know her well enough to know what choice she may make.

My hair was freshly coiffed and cooperating. I wasn't smoking at the time, so I smelled like a girl is supposed to smell. I chose seasonal clothes for versatile comfort: bluejeans and a black turtleneck topped with a black wool blazer. I wore at least two gold bangle bracelets on my left wrist, a watch on my right. No earrings. My shoes were boots, my black cowboy boots, with a fresh shine. Cash in pocket, $10.

I set forth that evening of my first date with Wendy unaware I was about to be handily conquered, smitten even, by a deer-in-the-headlights look and an eyebrow waggle. Had I even suspected, I may have stayed home. Wendy doesn't believe. She claims I made her work much, much harder and made her wait much, much longer. The truth is somewhere in between. Or perhaps it is as I say? (The best of times, my dear. From then til now and onward.)

But back to my boots. I adored those boots. The miles eventually wore them out beyond repair and I bid them farewell. Wendy enlightened me to the joys of being a shoe whore. (An afternoon spent together at DSW is a hot date. We need bigger closets.)

I ain't no cowboy, but I did miss them boots and kept a casual lookout for replacements. It took me a while to pull the trigger, but last year I acquired a new pair. Via the internetz. Point and shoot. From Made in Mexico to my feet in a mere two days. Free postage. Tony Lama's. Size 10. Just in time for autumn.

This fall is even better: them boots already be broken in.

I still get a thrill every time Wendy waggles her eyebrows in my direction. You should be so lucky.

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11 comments:

weese said...

oo I am all titalated now.

agoodlistener said...

Maybe I should dig out my old boots--salt ate a hole in one of them years ago. Truth be told, they weren't all that comfortable and I felt like a poseur. I'm sure you, however, can carry it off with no problem.

Val said...

Yes, we should all be so lucky... and I am.

Congrats on your date anniversary! :) Very nice memory write-up!

WenWhit said...

I love you.

More than ever.

teresa said...

Nice when your relationship can outlast your boots, however much you thought you loved them.

Gunfighter said...

Nice.

agoodlistener said...

Merry Christmas, you two.

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indiaaix said...

Suzanne,

I have enjoyed reading your blog. Can I ask you a question privately (through email?)

Thanks,

Megan

Ann (formerly Sassy) said...

Hi, I'm hoping you get notification of comments because I don't have an email for you any longer.

I need to ask if you can please take down the Flickr pictures of Fran and me from the blog friends get together in 2008.

Thanks,
Ann

Jennifer said...

I miss you here, where you used to be.