What’s on my mind? A few days ago, I wrote a post about how to bag a bloke (Advice to the Lovelorn: How to Meet a Man; Aug, 30, 2019). As the (shall we say?) femme d’un certaine âge that I am, I have more to say.
Listen up, women readers! You want to capture a man (or another woman)? The trick is to wear shoes. Yes, shoes! The right kind of shoes! The uncomfortable kind that are impossible to walk in!
I was once single and desperate. The single part was okay. The desperate part was not. Men shy away from women who are desperate. It was only when I morphed into a still-single woman happy within herself and by herself that men started clustering ’round. What had I done? What was the secret?
Putting the shoe on the other foot, I did my best to think like a man while conducting a sociological experiment. I found the answer in my footwear.
Stripping my headshot and interests from my dating site, I created a deliberately bland, generic listing of interests: “I enjoy trying new recipes … My dog Woofy is my very best friend … I love to walk on a beach at sunset …” And so on.
After which I posted a shot of a single, high-heeled red stiletto shoe. I didn’t show any photos of myself - only that one red shoe. The men who saw that shoe imagined more than they read. An overwhelming number of responses flooded in. That little experiment told me that what a man doesn’t see is often more tantalizing than what he does.
I then posted the same listing of interests beside the image of a single hiking boot. I had no replies. And that little experiment told me that even if an older man can no longer march up a mountain, he likes to think his battery still has a charge as he removes that sexy shoe.
© Nicole Parton, 2019
