Shoe Lust

A few months ago, I posted a question on a social networking site. Is it wrong to have lust for a pair of shoes? Not just any shoes. Christian Louboutin's. These shoes do incite lust, envy, probably all seven of the sins. Someone asked me what the big deal was. Maybe you have to be there. Like the first time you saw John Travolta strutting down the Brooklyn street in his leather jacket to "Oh, you can tell by the way I use my walk..." Or Richard Gere arranging a drawer filled with Armani shirts in "American Gigolo." Gregory Peck running into Audrey Hepburn with her freshly cropped hairstyle in "Roman Holiday." Sabrina's face as she watches David Larabee from atop a tree. I admit to an obession with old movies, especially romances.

The compelling attraction I have to these particular shoes is something that cannot be ignored. My life has been filled with major crushes. The kind that propels one to buy new outfits. A best friend can attest to weekly cowl neck sweater purchases to impress the object of my infatuation. Looking back, I doubt he even noticed my growing collection of angora sweaters. Sometimes, I dress up just to visit the object of my affection at the Nordstrom's shoe department. I will occasionally muster enough courage to request a pair to try on. This subtle yet bashful flirtation brings me back to my high school days when a returned glance or just proximity to a certain boy would thrill me for a week! Growing up in a pre-I.M., pre-text era, I spent hours on the phone with girlfriends dissecting albeit brief snippets of conversation with an object of desire. Ah, simpler times.

While my 70s and early 80s high school crushes went unrequited, I feel I do have a chance with Mr. Louboutin's Decollete 868's. I do wonder if hooking up with my first pair will fulfill me. I guess we will need to see.