The Adventures of kneehighs...

[Thighbootguy]

Kneehighs –

I assume that the use of B&W was a choice and not a technical faux pas. Nice touch. I remember when seeing a photograph in color was just as unusual as seeing one in B & W is today.

Getting back to the spirit of this board… I like your shoes better then hers.

[kneehighs]

Kneehighs –

I assume that the use of B&W was a choice and not a technical faux pas. Nice touch. I remember when seeing a photograph in color was just as unusual as seeing one in B & W is today.

Getting back to the spirit of this board… I like your shoes better then hers.

Your assumption is correct! I was trying to evoke a mood by using black and white, which the other shots not suitable for the rated G standards of this site better showcase.

You'd be proud, I just bought a pair of flat over the knee boots, which it seems the girls love (all ages).

[Thighbootguy]

You'd be proud, I just bought a pair of flat over the knee boots...

If I had anything to do with that decision, proud is not the right word... honored is more what I feel. When the fashion setter of hhplace picks up on something I did... words fail.

[danielp6406]

Some quick pics from "date" 2.

Looks like the pictures are not there anymore.

Too bad I didn't have a chance to look at them.

You may want to attach them to your post instead ?

[kneehighs]

2 glasses of wine and a girl with kneehighs and this is part of what you get:

A great set of legs, hedonistic indulgence in obligatory flirty foot/shoe rubs, and of course, cool black round toe pumps (mine)

It's funny that I met this girl on Saturday night after finishing up a full days worth of work. While I was at the bar engaging her in conversation, some other linebacker looking guy came up and tried to "steal her away" from me. If he had stood in the middle of us, I could've turned my back to him to get him to leave.

This guy was smart. He stood to her side so I couldn't block him out with my back and interrupted our conversation with a compliment towards me. "I love your scarf, hi, my name is...." This guy was good and when he got to the "so how do you guys know each other" question, I laid it on him. "we've been fckuing for the last 5 days upstairs at the hotel." That produced a quizzical look on his face. He slowed down a bit. He turned towards the girl and went back into normal conversation with her, "so what industry are you in?"...I cut in with, "hey man, I'll pay you a hundred dollars to get rid of this girl for me. Seriously, show me your stuff. Pick her up." That threw him for a loop and within a few more minutes, the girl had begun to turn her back towards him and re-engage me with her full attention. Nothing like a little "tongue in cheek" social pressure to spice up the night!

[Maximilian]

Nice...very nice kneehighs :-)

[partyshoes]

Bravo Kneehighs .. Havent been able to view all the pic's as some have already gone but the ones I was looked great. Loved the black pump with almond toe you were wearing and the round tow with a little detail strap across it (on your lap?) were also nice.

[Bubba136]

Wow, the dating scene has sure changed since I last had an occasion to try to convince someone to go with me. My how things change in 35 years. Back in my dating days, reacting as you did, in the presence of the young lady, would have been considered, rude, crude and unacceptable. (show my age, doesn't it). But, as long as you know the ropes and the rules, and aren't afraid to apply them, you're that much ahead of everyone else. And, in your case, I guess it was just the right approach to take. Thanks for the pics, and I like the shoes. Both hers and yours.

[spikesmike]

Kneehighs. OK, So tell us about the 5 day in the hotel up stairs. Like the pictures. Mike

[Mr. X]

Cool story and great pictures!

[danielp6406]

Well done Kneehighs with that guy at the bar !

...So tell us about the 5 day in the hotel up stairs....

Not sure if Kneehighs wants to elaborate about the 5 days in the

hotel up stairs since it is not related to high heels anymore...

[kneehighs]

Guys, I met the girl that night for the first time. There never was 5 days in the hotel room. I just said that to flirt with the girl, keep her excited, and drive away the other guy (by giving him a response he probably didn't expect).

[kneehighs]

Whoa. I've never done speed dating before, but I might make an exception for this half face/half masquerade event this Saturday in the East Village:

Talk to them for 7 mins - 10 mins, know them better and like them for their personality....Looks have been unilluminated out from the equation with dimmed lights... Special lighting arrangements have been made at the venue. Event will take place in dim light. It has been planned in a such a way that the seats and moving area is clearly visible 4. During the event guests are expected to keep the masks on. Its mandatory.

Perfect excuse to throw on some pumps. Let's just hope the jokes not on me (Beth Ditto is not my thing)!

[HeelD]

Sounds like a good fun!

[Bubba136]

Hmm! sounds like the entire process could be quite revealing and the entire night quite illuminating.......

[kikepa]

Guys, I met the girl that night for the first time. There never was 5 days in the hotel room. I just said that to flirt with the girl, keep her excited, and drive away the other guy (by giving him a response he probably didn't expect).

Reminds me of the line I laid on my fiancee', sight unseen, when I "rescued" her from a bar jerk. At the time I thought she was very cute, and the guy was being a jerk, so I came to her "rescue." I didn't know at the time she was really looking for an out. She wound up being a good friend for a few years. Still is, I suspect, based on a couple of phone conversations over the years.

Oh, by the way, the line was, "There you are! I've been looking for you all night long! Let's adjourn to the bar for now, but we'll be ordering dinner soon..."

I only did it because she was in visible distress, and she later thanked me for "rescuing me from that jerk."

So, guys, if you intentions are honorable, it pays to be chivalrous.

[kneehighs]

^ I think you just got lucky.

[kneehighs]

Tonight a met a girl for a beer at a locally established "dive bar". We had met randomly a couple of weeks ago.

She told her friend about the location and her friend said "that's a safe spot" to which she agreed ,"yeah, I think so too" She even told me she couldn't figure out if she was going out on a date or just hanging out? My answer after we had made out was, "it's still not a date in my mind, we're just hanging out."

I pick this dive bar because it's symbolic of Low Investment. Any sex that ensues seems organic, as if it "just happened". If I chose a fancy 4 star Michelin restaurant, it'd potentially put the girl on the defensive and cause her to wonder "what does this guy want from me?" For me, fancy dinners and movies never work.

We made out like 5 times throughout the night. We were in a corner, isolated from public view.

At the end of the night we were standing at the door of the bar. The chivalrous thing to do would've been to offer to walk her to her subway stop.

I did the opposite.

I said "so you're going that way and I'm going thus way." and motioned opposite directions with my hands.

But before we parted ways we made out again. "just don't wear those heels next time," came out of her mouth.

"why?"

"because when I kiss you I think about those heels".

This of course was said in front of the bystanders smoking, but not loud enough for them to hear. Close enough for them to see my heels though. She probably felt their curious gaze at the guy in 4" block heeled knee boots with pants tucked in paradoxically making out with a smoking hot blonde. This is why when seducing a girl, I typically emphasize discretion. The less she has to fear others opinions regardless of if I'm in heels or not, the better my chances. Hopefully, I didn't go too far with her.

"darling, I'll wear what I want to wear" as I broke her embrace from the passionate kiss. (In hindsight, I should've said, 'no next time I'll wear 12" patent pumps from Happy Hookers are us' to dissolve the tension.)

"you do that" she said

And the night ended.

This reminds me of another time I made out with some random girl while wearing black pumps and she said "I feel like I'm kissing a woman".

The bottom line is "is this sticking point an objection I can overcome or a permanent condition within the girls psyche? And how fast can I learn the truth so we can both minimize investing in an inevitable dead end?"

Whatever happens, it doesn't matter. I've so enjoyed myself regardless of the outcome and have found profound joy in my growth as a man in heels. I'm becoming better and better at navigating social challenges that wearing heels as a man brings.

As a side note, I was wearing a blazer, a white tunic from Zara with a giant tic-tac-toe design on it, dark navy blue strech womens jeans tucked into my 4" Nine West block heeled boots. My inspiration.

[Heelster]

Nice inspiration

[Bubba136]

This reminds me of another time I made out with some random girl while wearing black pumps and she said "I feel like I'm kissing a woman".

It sound to me like a stronger response is called for....something like "you might feel like you're kissing a woman now, but I promise that before we get finished, you'll know what a "real" man is"......

[spikesmike]

Bubba136. OOOOOOh Puke. Mike.

[kneehighs]

It sound to me like a stronger response is called for....something like "you might feel like you're kissing a woman now, but I promise that before we get finished, you'll know what a "real" man is"......

Thanks for the thoughts...

The weakness in that response is the frame: I'd be sexually qualifying myself to the girl. I want the girl to sexually qualify herself to me. I want her feeling like she has to prove herself to me, not imply that I am proving myself to her.

Depending on the girl I'd say something like, "And I feel like I'm kissing Wilma Flintstone" (Stone Age thinking about guys in heels) and simultaneously push her body away from me. If we're at the point of kissing, then I've got enough attraction to know that if I push her away from me, she'll want more.

For what it's worth, I haven't had a girl tell me, "I feel like I'm kissing a woman" in over 2 years now though, so it's not a common objection.

[Maximilian]

But before we parted ways we made out again. "just don't wear those heels next time," came out of her mouth.

"why?"

"because when I kiss you I think about those heels".

"darling, I'll wear what I want to wear" as I broke her embrace from the passionate kiss. (In hindsight, I should've said, 'no next time I'll wear 12" patent pumps from Happy Hookers are us' to dissolve the tension.)

"you do that" she said

And the night ended.

Oh well, next...

[Bubba136]

Thanks for the thoughts...

The weakness in that response is the frame: I'd be sexually qualifying myself to the girl. I want the girl to sexually qualify herself to me. I want her feeling like she has to prove herself to me, not imply that I am proving myself to her.

Depending on the girl I'd say something like, "And I feel like I'm kissing Wilma Flintstone" (Stone Age thinking about guys in heels) and simultaneously push her body away from me. If we're at the point of kissing, then I've got enough attraction to know that if I push her away from me, she'll want more.

For what it's worth, I haven't had a girl tell me, "I feel like I'm kissing a woman" in over 2 years now though, so it's not a common objection.

Actually, my response below was meant to be humorous. But, taken in context of a post I made several weeks (months?) ago in which I mentioned the survival of the species, it is not uncommon for any female, when dealing with any mail, to evaluate them in terms of their ability to protect, defend, provide for and support for the propagation of the species.

Female response in that manner, is caused, in my opinion, partly by their instinct and partly by social stigma. Any male that wears garments designed for female wear, is not the "macho" male that fits the historical pattern developed and practiced for the past 3,000 (4,000?) years or so, partially accounts for this sort of reaction. The very reaction that those of us that unashamedly wear our high heels out in public are straining against and trying to "change."

There are two types of reactions that "strangers" usually project toward a woman that appears in public with a man that is wearing high heels or garments designed for females. One is: "what's wrong with this woman that she isn't ashamed to be seen with a "deviant" man? And the other is that the woman he is with is "wary" to be seen in public with a man in high heels.

There's no doubt about it. Any man that wears his heels out and about, especially in social settings where he's looking to make contact with with girls, will evoke a whole set of feelings...some negative, some positive and some ambivalent. It's the latter that causes this type of reaction.

[kneehighs]

Oh well, next...

There's what they say and what they DO. We'll see how she handles herself next time we're out.

Actually, my response below was meant to be humorous. But, taken in context of a post I made several weeks (months?) ago in which I mentioned the survival of the species, it is not uncommon for any female, when dealing with any mail, to evaluate them in terms of their ability to protect, defend, provide for and support for the propagation of the species.

Female response in that manner, is caused, in my opinion, partly by their instinct and partly by social stigma. Any male that wears garments designed for female wear, is not the "macho" male that fits the historical pattern developed and practiced for the past 3,000 (4,000?) years or so, partially accounts for this sort of reaction. The very reaction that those of us that unashamedly wear our high heels out in public are straining against and trying to "change."...snip...

Agreed. A lot of it is really about socially and economically engineered stereotypes. Imagine if Louis XIV had invented the stiletto for men!

[Maximilian]

There's what they say and what they DO. We'll see how she handles herself next time we're out.

So there will be a next time with her? My impression was that there will be no next time. My bad..

[Asa Valen]

"why?"

"because when I kiss you I think about those heels".

So it's OK if we have to Kiss a girl in hiking boots, work boots, or combat boots, but Eeeeeeeew Don't Kiss the boy in the heels. Wait!? What? Boy, She lives on the corner of Shallow and Petty and they are both one way streets. I just can't get my arms around that. It would seem if I were attracted to someone it would not make a difference what was on there feet. It seems like if guys don't wear some sort of "Macho" shoe they are wierd. The things that erupt out of peoples mouths as they Vomit the stupidy all over us, such as.

They are Girls Shoes

What? "Not!" they are my shoes.

You should not wear those

Why the shoe police coming after me.

and the one that really frosts my happiness

I don't Know you anymore.

OK My Pay check may jar your memory am sure.

They don't look good on you

Oh excuse me, when did you graduate fashion school.

What will you think of next

Tune in next week and find out!

If I knew about this before I would have never married you.

Funny I don't recall twisting any arms at the alter.

It never ends I guess:penitent:

[kneehighs]

Had a night out with another girl last night. Getting dressed, I looked through my clothing options for the night. I started with a pair of women's skinny stretch jeans from UO, topped it with a tunic length navy/white striped sweater from the women's side at Top Shop, then added a women's blazer on top of it. That's my thing with style--appear as a man but wearing women's clothes and everyone respects it. The key came to which shoes to choose for the night. And oddly enough, this time I just didn't feel like wearing heels. I even tried on my heels, looked in the mirror, peacefully got in touch with how I felt and what I was in the mood for, and opted for my new over the knee riding boots I bought in Paris. She loved them, pawed them, lusted for them. I flirted with her till she was literally squealing like a little girl, overcome with giddy excitement. It was an amazing night that solidified my view that heels are just an option, not a compulsion.

[Bubba136]

Had a night out with another girl last night. Getting dressed, I looked through my clothing options for the night. I started with a pair of women's skinny stretch jeans from UO, topped it with a tunic length navy/white striped sweater from the women's side at Top Shop, then added a women's blazer on top of it. That's my thing with style--appear as a man but wearing women's clothes and everyone respects it.

The key came to which shoes to choose for the night. And oddly enough, this time I just didn't feel like wearing heels. I even tried on my heels, looked in the mirror, peacefully got in touch with how I felt and what I was in the mood for, and opted for my new over the knee riding boots I bought in Paris. She loved them, pawed them, lusted for them.

I flirted with her till she was literally squealing like a little girl, overcome with giddy excitement. It was an amazing night that solidified my view that heels are just an option, not a compulsion.

Quite right, KH....it's not the clothes on the man it's the man in the clothes....winner every time.....

[kneehighs]

Last night my friend and I went out as playboy bunnies.

We were like mini celebrities as at least 20 different groups of girls approached us, asked for photos, flirted etc. The playboy bunny outfit has to be the single best costume I've ever worn.

At one occasion, I met a girl who was the Alice in Wonderland bunny. She took out her lip gloss and started putting it on right in front of me while stealing glances at me through the side of her eye (which I interpreted as a invitation to approach her again). I asked if she'd put some on me. She did carefully, then we made out. Some guy orbited and watched us, go figure. A second later, she wanted pictures, so as I held her camera out at arms length, that same guy offered to take our photo. Knowing full well his intent, I said "no, that's okay" and continued to act as if he wasn't there. He then lunged at the camera and literally snagged it out my hand, (in retrospect, it was my fault I didn't pivot the two of us so our backs were turned to him).

When we first arrived a group of guys approached us, "wow, look at you guys. How do you walk in those?"

"one foot in front of the other"

"I think you walk a little bit too good in those," said the older guy among the group, who didn't have a costume on at all. My friend and I ignored the comment and the group wound up just leaving. Another "alpha" type trying to out "alpha" the guys in heels.

Another really tall 6'4" or so male kept trying to break up my convo with some girls. He literally grabbed me and tried to pull me away and into a photo he wanted. Later, that same guy wound up telling my friend, "you look so gay in that outfit"

A good part of the night was when some girl sat down next to me. She was an angel dressed in white with a halo above her head. She asked if i wanted some Angel Dust. "sure"

So she pulled out some glitter and blew it gently off the palm of her hand into my cheek and finished with, "now you've been kissed by angel"

My response was, "that's a kiss? I want a real kiss" Then I leaned in and kissed her on the cheeks, then we made out. Total time elapsed: 2 minutes. There were a couple of guys watching, I don't think they believed their eyes.

Life is good. Many "dates" lined up for this week (I don't believe in "dating" anymore though).