12.2.07

ADVENTURE IN SPIKED HEELS

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    Pookie washes behind her ears, she doesn't care about my dramatic past !
    Image Hosted by ImageShack.us When I was 20 I liked to wear shoes with very spiked high heels. That made me look even longer than I was just like a beanstalk. But fashion was fashion and therefore a must.

    As usual every saturday I went out dancing with a couple of friends. We did boy hunting just for fun. I was quite dangerous with my shoes, because if I would have stepped with my spikes on someones feet, he probably would have ended up at hospital.

    This evening I met a very handsome boy. I like handsome guys but not at all when they know it and behave as if the world (girls) belonges to them and take it for granted. While I balanced on my spikes to the music, he told me how wonderful he were and that he (or rather his father) owned a big house with tennis court and inside swimming pool. Now this was quite unusual in the 60th but the description of all these wonders didn't impress me at all, I even got more bored. The boy not used to any resistance doubled his effort and I doubled my antipathy. Finally he suggested to drive me home.

    Considering this generous offer and the fact to be driven back home in a beautiful red sportscar with leatherseats and a wooden elegant dashboard, which I had never done before, I said yes. But after a while driving in the right direction he suddenly changed the way and instead of driving me to my home he wanted to drive me to his, probably to show me his stamp collection. I protested and he angry but showing nothing finally went the right direction.

    But at the beginning of my street he suddenly stopped the car, turned around and tried to kiss me and some more. I saw red tried to get rid of him, but couldn't, remembered suddenly my spiked shoes and managed while pushing him away, to take one off. With the strength of a desperate animal, I smashed my shoe in his direction and hit him at his head.

    He screemed like a siamese cat and started to swear with a waterfall of wonderful words I had never heard in my life. While he tried to stop the running blood over his face, I managed to get out of the car and stumbled as quick as I could on one spiked heal and barefoot on the other up the hill.

    I have never seen him again but blessed my fashion shoes with my spiked heels.

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    14 comments:

    Empress Bee (of the High Sea) said...

    funny take on spike! thanks....

    smiles, bee

    Heather in Beautiful British Columbia said...

    Ha, you had me laughing out loud - good job - I wonder how he explains the scar?

    Skittles said...

    That situation could have really turned out bad if not for your spiked heeled shoe!!!

    Crazy Working Mom said...

    Great story! :)
    There was actually an episode of CSI where someone was killed with a high heeled shoe. Severed his juggular. Thank goodness you took it easy on this guy!

    Sanni said...

    *Phew* Hooray for fashion spike shoes! The story sounds funny now =)

    Melli said...

    I knew those spikey heels were good for something! I used to wear them "back in the day" too -- but not TOO often - my feet were bad even back then! But when I wore my slinky body hugging red velour dress, well... the spikey red strappy sandals HAD to go with! When I wore THAT dress ANY man would have got the wrong idea! I'm surprised I did not end up using those sandals as you did!!! LOL! I'm glad you survived it ... with your heels intact!

    Morgen said...

    Great spike post!
    I wonder how many men have been maimed or killed by spiked heels? I'm sure not nearly as many as the women whose feet and legs have been worn out from walking in them!
    Thanks for participating in Manic Monday!

    Grammie said...

    Love that cartoon!

    lisa said...

    Now THAT's a great spiked heel story! LOL

    Barbara said...

    Glad you had a weapon with you!

    Lexa Roséan said...

    wow that's some story! bet he learned his lesson!

    Imma ( Alice) said...

    Wonderful "spike" post! It brought to mind several different memories from my past. I'm glad you got away from this animal.

    Neila said...

    Men should know better than to f*ck with a woman in spiked heels! Good for you, sister!!

    PARLANCHEQ said...

    Great story! But now I am worried that by not wearing spike-heeled shoes I don't have a good weapon. Someone I don't think my Crocs are going to be very useful if I come accross a creep. ;)