My future husband would most likely be the man to whom I would say, “Sure sweetheart. I’ll wear shorter heels”
Ok so even I’ll admit that this was a pretty strange way to start a blog post. But these are the things that run through my mind in the midnight hours. (Which is why I usually hold myself to a strict rule of writing during daylight hours only.)
I wish I could unpack that statement a little. But I was just as confused when it first entered my head as you probably are reading it now. I wish I could say that it shows my readiness to submit to my future husband. But frankly, any male that could be foolish enough to try to get me to wear shorter heels once married, would most likely not be smooth enough to even take me on a first date. Harsh? You betcha! But that statement hurts a whole lot less than my animal print stilettos sinking into the delicate flesh between his toes when he makes a snide comment about my height. (I may or may not have crushed a few toes in my day. . .)
Anyways, back to the original statement. I guess all I can say is that I suppose I’m currently in a place of selfishly wanting to wear the highest heels I want, when I want, without worrying about intimidating a guy. (I also may or may not derive a certain satisfaction from seeing a guy squirm when I stand a solid 5-6 inches taller than him. It’s things like that that remind me I shouldn’t be surprised to still be single.) My heart just isn’t quite in a place to put someone else’s comfort and desires above my own. (Within the context of marriage, that is.)
So what is the moral of the story? Will I marry some guy a mere 2-3 inches taller than me and thus subject myself to a life of ballerina flats and sandals? Only time will tell. I guess I envision something along the lines of one of these two scenarios:
Scenario #1 – I continue to run (sometimes literally) around in heels until my ankles shatter and my PT tells me I have to wear gross orthopedic nurses shoes, in which case, “Helloooo Mr. Five-Ten”
Scenario #2 – I marry someone a good 6 inches taller, who happens to love my penchant for wearing 4-6 inch heels and makes no snide remarks about my height. Nor will he cower in fear when I stand next to him in all my Christian Louboutin glory.
I don’t know about you, but I’m waiting it out for #2 
