Monday, March 2, 2015

Lust


Your heart pounds.  Feasting your eyes on the object of your lust.  If only.  Imagination running wild with possibilities.  A visual daydream of what could be, if only for a moment.  Before it ends.  Because primal passion always ends tragically.  Sometimes our appetites aren't meant to be fed.   Sometimes starving our desires is the only sane thing to do.  

I've learned this lesson over and over.
I try to contain my lust.  
I really do.
But it's just so tempting...

It was a Sunday morning and I couldn't stop my eyes from wandering.  Lust does not take a day of rest apparently.  Especially at Target.  Especially in the shoe aisle.  That's where I saw them, the sexiest and tallest stilettos I'd ever seen.  Ones that would surely lead to my untimely death if I wore them.  I fantasized about having the balance and commitment to discomfort to justify buying them.  But I knew it was a delusion.  Somehow, I had the strength to walk away and leave them there on the shelf.  For now anyway.


Until the next time I was at Target.  When I visited them again.  My lust compounding.
There had to be a way to justify buying them.  
And I would find it.

So I did.  It wasn't so I could dance on a pole in them.  It wasn't for a fancy dinner.  It wasn't to put them on display on the shelf in my closet for ogling purposes.  Which would only lead to my youngest daughter sneaking them off the shelf to wear while she brushes her teeth.  Which accounts for most of the wear and tear (and toothpaste drippings) on my heels.  

No, my plan was even more creative than that.


So I texted friends.  Tried them on.  Put them in my cart.  And bought them.  Finally. 

So I couldn't find the scotch tape and all I had was Christmas robot paper from 8 years ago.
It's the thought that counts.  Right?

And wrapped them up and gave them to my friend who is a complete heel whore for her birthday. 
She could even dance in them.  And she did. 

4 comments:

  1. Those shoes are not for walking. They shouldn't touch the floor.

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  2. I would die in those. I see similar looking shoes on Pinterest all the time--totally dainty, delicate and oh so pretty. But who am I kidding? I'm flat footed and could never walk in high heels. Good for you for being such a generous friend! Oh but let me share with you a Filipino superstition. You never give any gift for the feet (socks, shoes) without taking any amount of money from the recipient...even if it's just a few cents. They say if you give gifts for the feet, that person would 'walk away' / your relationship would end. Just a superstition :-)

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  3. Wow!!!love your lust...for shoes at Target. Those of us with lust in our hearts can understand your overwhelming desire to acquire that gorgeous pair. May they caress your feet.
    Though I have my doubts that the relationship will be as passionate as the introduction.

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  4. Wow!!!love your lust...for shoes at Target. Those of us with lust in our hearts can understand your overwhelming desire to acquire that gorgeous pair. May they caress your feet.
    Though I have my doubts that the relationship will be as passionate as the introduction.

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