Never Board of Shoes
Of course, this is me we’re discussing so all things must revolve around me and my tastes in shoes. Pumas were my first fascination, those little cats were adorable yet feisty looking, right up this Allie Cat’s-er-alley. Next came Adidas and the Bad Boys who always seemed to be sporting them…sigh. Vans, Airwalks, & Simple shoes were also staples within my datable diet. One might think I was prone to Sk8ter Boyz and, yes, I favoured them over the rest, but, honestly, I wasn’t that picky. Bottom line is that if you had ‘good Board Shoes’ you had a chance with me.
Perhaps it was the bold colours against the thick white soles of these Board Shoes and the confidence of the rounded-toe which drew me in. (Most likely, it was the fact that most ass knife Jocks in a small Mid-Michigan farm community didn’t seem to hold a whole lot of originality or interest in their chosen footwear compared to Sk8ters.) Regardless, I was all over Board Shoes like crazy on a Texan. Even now, I continue to base a certain amount of ‘dateableness’ within suiters on their shoes. I can’t help it, you got Board, you got Game and, in turn, you got Me.
It might be a vanity issue, but if you happen to be decked out in a pair of Pumas I will drool. I believe shoes say something about a personality which is compatible with mine. So much so, that the last time I was in Ottawa, Ontario, I picked a pair of the ideal female equivalent to Board Shoes and whenever I slip them on I fondly return to my sk8ting daze.
I gotta score another deck and seriously attempt to master a half pipe. If anything to showcase the shoezzz…