There’s this girl with a soft, pretty face (and gentle smile) I run into often who seems to have a penchant for these huge, ugly black boots. I mean, there she is looking all sweet and dainty… with those grotesque things trying to make her out to be all biker-chick’ey and dominatrix’ey.
How does one go about telling people like this how we feel… without getting slapped?
Take her shoe shopping and pick out a lovely pair of dainty, strappy little somethings.
Oh, how I wish. How I wish.