So if you don’t love shoes – not like them, but love them – you should probably just bless someone else with this book. It’s probably not going to be your cup of tea. This is for the girl who loves and adores shoes, who goes into a nearly orgasmic state when she sees “the ones,” and it’s probably number 122 of the ones in her closet, but it’s nonetheless “the one.”
I’m not sure what the whole affinity is when it comes to shoes. All I know is that it’s an adornment that for me is unique because it’s something you have to look down at. We’ve always been taught to keep your head up, look straight ahead, look me in the eyes, and I get that, but I will always look down for a shoe. That is definitely the one exception I will make in looking down.
Welcome to Monologues of a Shoe Wh*re
