My mom doesn’t like men in white pants.
What she hates worse than men in white pants are men in white pants wearing white shoes.
You want to know the worst? A man in white pants and white shoes with black socks. That sight would cause sore-eye for her.
My dad once shot me a look after seeing a guy I dated came to pick me up wearing a blue shirt with khaki pants and black shoes.
He glanced at him, shook his head slowly and eye-ing me in disbelief silently asking “How on earth can you date a color-blind guy?”
The following day he really asked me, “Did you see what your boyfriend was wearing last night? Blue shirt, khaki pants, black shoes? Khaki pants with black shoes” I shrugged and mumbled something about not really into details. He then said his cynical remark in his signature tone “Lho kok bisa begitu?”
Who are these people, you might wonder?
My mom’s shoes collection is twice as many as Imelda Marcos’ and my dad (despite his laid-back appearance) had every possible color of shoes and sandals (he used to have a mustard-colored Bally shoes which he wore with a khaki Bermuda for outdoor activity).
They make sure that our feet are clean; the school shoes are polished (to the maximum shine possible) and your party shoes should be dressy and match the color of your dress or suit or purse.
Coming from a family who really has a strong opinion (read : strong value) about colors and especially the color of foot-wear, we find ourselves as annoying as them when it comes to foot-wear.
One of my sisters kept wiping a wet tissue in her baby’s feet.
The other never wears the same shoes in 2 days in a row.
Another one likes to wear shoes with her name on the sole.
One of the brothers (like dad) has a collection of bold color sneakers (I love the Ferrari red he bought during an F1 grand prix!)
Me? Not as crazy as them, but of course you should be the judge.
There’s a reason why I don’t like watching Michael Jackson’s video clips and I’m called socks police.
Michael Jackson. What’s wrong with that guy? He had all the money in the world and he couldn’t buy a pair of black socks for his black suits? And the legendary white socks are like a loose socks. Eeewww.
Socks police? I remember the first couple of months I work in this company. I remember vividly about my boss’s socks. Everything about his socks was wrong. A pair of white Adidas socks might suit Nike running shoes, but for the love of good shoes, he wears that socks also for shoes for work (which is NOT a running shoes). I remember opening his light suitcase before he went out travelling and find lots of white socks without any running shoes. I shook my head in disbelief. I don’t remember if I bought him socks (in various colors) afterward, but lately I find him wearing socks that match his pants (olive, khaki, grey, charcoal, black). Maybe it’s his way of saying that he agrees on my opinion. Or he just doesn’t want to start an endless argument with the socks police.
Not like my sister, I don’t really bring my own shoes design to the shoemakers. That’s too much of hassles.
I just buy shoes in a country where small people with small size shoes are common. Unfortunately it’s not in my own country. If it is, my collection would be as many as Imelda Marcos.
My small foot size is the reason why I can’t wear different shoes everyday according to the dress I’m wearing. I’m upset thinking about that and it happens lots of times. When I can’t help it, I buy the shoes (2 size bigger) with silly excuses like “People won’t notice” or “If it doesn’t fit, I’ll just give it to my niece”
Silly really, because I would just end up wearing that shoes to some function, got tripped, and get more upset.
But what upsets me more than just got tripped was this morning in Starbucks.
I was waiting for my hazelnut latte when I saw a guy sitting alone having breakfast. It was early. Hardly 8 AM. He stretched on his seat and I found it an interesting view to look at. He caught me looking at him while he stretched so he smiled. Nice smile. He was wearing a white on white striped shirt and a dark pants. Nice ensemble. I felt my smile left my face when I saw the light brown pointed shoes. And the socks? A black and white striped cotton socks. That guy (and whoever prepared the socks) should be thrown in jail. I stared at them disgustedly, turned my back on him, and speed dialed my boyfriend.
You see, foot-wear wise, my boyfriend is perfect!
I was packing for our 3 days vacation to an island a few months back. I asked him if I should bring 3 or 4 pair of footwear. 1 high heel for the casual look, 1 Crocs flat for the stroll, 1 nice flip-flop and a pair of party shoes (just in case he’s taking me to a nice bar). I was thinking of leaving the last pair when he said that I should take them all. He had no complains whatsoever and started to pack his own things.
I was unpacking our things in the hotel room when I found that he ALSO brought 4 pair of shoes for the holiday : his everyday boots, his sandals, his running shoes, and his party shoes (“you know baby, just in case we’re going to a nice bar”).
This guy would fit in perfectly in to our family! I’m pretty sure my dad had checked his shoes collection before he asked the cupid to set us up.
I was once in a party and found that all the guests are my friends, someone I knew for quite some times, and we all dressed up nicely.
By “dressed up nicely”, I mean the shoes match to the suits and dress (or for the ladies to their purses).
I couldn’t help but wonder if I had been choosing people to be my friends by looking at their feet, how they treat their feet and their shoes.
Can I miss being friends with someone wonderful because he/she happens to wear a wrong foot wear when I first meet them?
You know what? I think tomorrow I should come to Starbucks as early as I did today.
Who knows that guy would be there, sitting on the same chair having breakfast alone.
Who knows that he can be my new friend and we can share great stories.
Who knows that he can sing and join my choir group. We definitely need a new tenor or bass.
Who knows once we get close enough I can tell him where to buy classic colored socks?