ENOUGH ALREADY: The Higher Ground in Heels
by Kit Rich

My best friend and I are very different in a lot of ways. Even though we have the same values, support each other and make each other laugh, when it comes to sexuality and the way we express ourselves, we are total opposites. My idea of the perfect casual outfit is a pair of Converse, jeans and a little white T-shirt. She likes to opt for a tiny dress and borderline killer heels. The two of us going to the movies is quite a spectacle yet we couldn’t get along better.

Sexually I am more timid and she, well let’s just say, is not. It has been a long running joke of ours that when anything is going on in my life, she replies, “You just need some good sex.”

One night she took me to a party and I decided to really dress up like she does. I had the tiny outfit on with very high stiletto heels and wound up meeting a friend of hers I even started casually dating afterwards. If I’m being honest, it should more adequately be described as numerous sexual rendezvous as opposed to dating.

Whatever it was, it was the best sex I’ve ever had. My whole demeanor changed. I felt like I had become part of this clan of women who wore heels and knew the greatest secret in the world to lifelong happiness and youthfulness. A clan for which my best friend was the gatekeeper.

Every time the new guy and I went out, I would get all dressed up in my high stiletto heels and we would eventually end up having some good sex. I wouldn’t answer phone calls and would show up late to work — but I didn’t care. The truth is I was really starting to like him. I didn’t know where it was going, but I knew I wanted to be around him a lot.

One late night, we had just finished you-know-what, and we started having our typical pillow talk. All of our conversations were random tangents. Somehow our conversation led to the topic of high heels. He began to explain that he couldn’t stand a woman who wore flat shoes — ever.

As ridiculous as this may sound, my heart sank. I mean, I absolutely love Converse. I practically and quite comfortably live in Converse shoes. He had only seen me in stilettos and I couldn’t keep that up all the time. I wasn’t my best friend, as much as I admire her. I wear comfy shoes that don’t give me blisters, but apparently that didn’t measure up for this fellow. I was hoping this would lead to something deeper and more grounded, but he hated flat shoes.

That night, I called up my best friend (upset) and told her I didn’t think it would work. She laughed, understood, and then said, “Well, at least you got some good sex.”

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