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Used to work with a girl who was amazing to me in every way. Total girl next door. Small 5ft 2in in stature. Kind of a shy Anna Kendrick, a perfect size 10 in clothing. A girl who, apart from at work where we have to wear flat soles shoes by law had a little thing she liked to collect. That item was Heels.

Spent many a shift just giggling at each other, folk hated her wee squeaky voice, I adored it. I managed to get out of her that she had 60-80 pairs in her room, loft and some in the hallway. She went on a girls holiday to Venice with her friends one weekend, her dad went into her room and built her a bespoke display and storage cabinet for them to get them out of the hall way. Her dad was a builder.

I now wish I’d have kept in contact with her as I fancied her rotten. Who doesn’t like a Anna Kendrick type girl who enjoys heels and likes to dress up properly every day. Her next job was with the Police on the civil side, she was embarrassed with her pay as she was going to earn obscene amounts of money. She was looking forward to wearing heels and nice skirts for work, all she had to wear for uniform was a polo top with the police emblem on it.

A few years back I was talking to a friend who stayed about 10 doors down from her and knew her from School, started the same day as her in our work at the time. She said she was doing okay, married with two kids. Only problem was her husband, her childhood sweetheart who was more off than on again at the tail end of her time at the workplace. That guy got jealous, started to control things a little more, got rid of most of her more “out there” heels and only kept the safe work attire ones. He didn’t like the attention she was getting. She is staying married to the clown for the kids.

If I had my time again, I’d have given her my number, I’d have told her about my feelings and hopefully would have her now. Hell, I’d even take her now. I’d build her confidence back up. What guy would not want a well put together girl who was well educated, a spirit of her own and a star that shines so bright it makes others jealous. If she was with me, I’d have shown her off, knowing that every bloke is looking at her but she would always be leaving with me, whilst they get the evil eye from their significant other.

Heels were her thing, I’d have bought her some she liked, she liked the expensive brands, but also loved her in expensive less than £100 shoes. She said she liked 3-4 inches for daily use and 5-6 for a date night or a night on the town with her girlfriends.

I have seen her once since her last day, it was in the centre of town, only for a few seconds, what a sight. Nice 4 inch black Oxfords, nice stockings and a wee black skirt with a silver hem detail, and a yellow tank top under her signature purple knee length wool coat. Saw her that day and had my breath taken away, if only that cashier didn’t drop that 50p he was giving me as change.

I often think about her, as I know she could have been mine now. If only my own family was healthy at the time as I did feel guilty about not giving her my number as my mum was in the end years of her life at the time. If anything now, I’d have gone for it. I have made my peace with myself now.

The thing I now realise is that cliche, Carpe Diem, seize the day, go for it, and never look back. Sad thing is I will always look back on her and think of what could have been.

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5 hours ago, VirginHeels said:

Used to work with a girl who was amazing to me in every way. Total girl next door. Small 5ft 2in in stature. Kind of a shy Anna Kendrick, a perfect size 10 in clothing. A girl who, apart from at work where we have to wear flat soles shoes by law had a little thing she liked to collect. That item was Heels.

 

The thing I now realise is that cliche, Carpe Diem, seize the day, go for it, and never look back. Sad thing is I will always look back on her and think of what could have been.

I am guessing that U.K. sizing must be quite different from U.S. sizing. A 5'2" person who needs a U.S. size 10 anything would be quite hefty! Of course, I think we are suffering from size inflation on this side of the pond.

Take comfort in the fact that memory tends to move things to the extremes, the good things become great things, and the bad things become absolutely awful.

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Nearly forty years ago I was riding the Hunter's Hill ferry from Circular Quay in Sydney when I exchanged a smile with a lovely blond girl who was helping look after some disabled children. It was one of those almost situations - the sort where one almost speaks, but then doesn't. I could see she nearly spoke to me, and I know I nearly said hello to her. But neither of us did, and after another exchange of shy sweet smiles when the ferry docked, we went our separate ways. Forty years ago. Sometimes I think of that moment in terms of an alternate history. What if...? 

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36 minutes ago, mlroseplant said:

I am guessing that U.K. sizing must be quite different from U.S. sizing. A 5'2" person who needs a U.S. size 10 anything would be quite hefty! Of course, I think we are suffering from size inflation on this side of the pond.

UK dress size 10 is equivalent to US dress size 6. This table confirms my belief: https://www.asknumbers.com/ClothingWomensConversion.aspx

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I know the feeling.  There was a girl in high school that I was crazy about.  I was too shy to ask her out on a date - or actually maybe too scared of rejection if she said no.  It's now 53 years later and I still think of her quite often.  I've had a wonderful wife and family, but I still can't help but wonder.  She was such a sweetheart.  I didn't know about heels at the time as in the late 60's heels were low and chunky.  However, her version of that was a three strap black patent mary-jane with about a 2" heel that she wore quite often to school.  I did see her at my 25th reunion, but didn't realize it was her until near the end of the night, as she now had blond hair after being a brunette in school.  She was by far the best looking woman in the room that night, and one of the few wearing nice heels.  I wanted to go find her and talk with her, but I was there with my wife and didn't think that would have gone over too well.  I guess maybe I was also still afraid of that rejection thing...lol.  I will rue my lack of nerve forever.

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4 hours ago, at9 said:

UK dress size 10 is equivalent to US dress size 6. This table confirms my belief: https://www.asknumbers.com/ClothingWomensConversion.aspx

Good because I wear US women's size 10 and I would hate to think a 5'2" woman would too..

There have been two women I let slip away that I wish I had taken. But you shouldn't cry after spilled milk.

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On 1/5/2021 at 2:17 AM, VirginHeels said:

Used to work with a girl who was amazing to me in every way. Total girl next door. Small 5ft 2in in stature. Kind of a shy Anna Kendrick, a perfect size 10 in clothing. A girl who, apart from at work where we have to wear flat soles shoes by law had a little thing she liked to collect. That item was Heels.

Spent many a shift just giggling at each other, folk hated her wee squeaky voice, I adored it. I managed to get out of her that she had 60-80 pairs in her room, loft and some in the hallway. She went on a girls holiday to Venice with her friends one weekend, her dad went into her room and built her a bespoke display and storage cabinet for them to get them out of the hall way. Her dad was a builder.

I now wish I’d have kept in contact with her as I fancied her rotten. Who doesn’t like a Anna Kendrick type girl who enjoys heels and likes to dress up properly every day. Her next job was with the Police on the civil side, she was embarrassed with her pay as she was going to earn obscene amounts of money. She was looking forward to wearing heels and nice skirts for work, all she had to wear for uniform was a polo top with the police emblem on it.

A few years back I was talking to a friend who stayed about 10 doors down from her and knew her from School, started the same day as her in our work at the time. She said she was doing okay, married with two kids. Only problem was her husband, her childhood sweetheart who was more off than on again at the tail end of her time at the workplace. That guy got jealous, started to control things a little more, got rid of most of her more “out there” heels and only kept the safe work attire ones. He didn’t like the attention she was getting. She is staying married to the clown for the kids.

If I had my time again, I’d have given her my number, I’d have told her about my feelings and hopefully would have her now. Hell, I’d even take her now. I’d build her confidence back up. What guy would not want a well put together girl who was well educated, a spirit of her own and a star that shines so bright it makes others jealous. If she was with me, I’d have shown her off, knowing that every bloke is looking at her but she would always be leaving with me, whilst they get the evil eye from their significant other.

Heels were her thing, I’d have bought her some she liked, she liked the expensive brands, but also loved her in expensive less than £100 shoes. She said she liked 3-4 inches for daily use and 5-6 for a date night or a night on the town with her girlfriends.

I have seen her once since her last day, it was in the centre of town, only for a few seconds, what a sight. Nice 4 inch black Oxfords, nice stockings and a wee black skirt with a silver hem detail, and a yellow tank top under her signature purple knee length wool coat. Saw her that day and had my breath taken away, if only that cashier didn’t drop that 50p he was giving me as change.

I often think about her, as I know she could have been mine now. If only my own family was healthy at the time as I did feel guilty about not giving her my number as my mum was in the end years of her life at the time. If anything now, I’d have gone for it. I have made my peace with myself now.

The thing I now realise is that cliche, Carpe Diem, seize the day, go for it, and never look back. Sad thing is I will always look back on her and think of what could have been.

We all have these memories about someone to one degree or another....Your memory seems especially difficult if you run into her every so often.  So frustrating!  Nonetheless, I would definitely say "hello" if you run into her again....

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