I have a shoe fetish. It's a psychological one. To me they really are a little bit orgasmic. I can remember my first time in a shoe store. Standing there looking at all those choices, rack after rack of shoes. I know my eyes glazed over.
They came in so many styles. Flats, heels, stilettos, open toe, Mary Jane's, wedge heels, sneakers, t-straps, flip flops, sandals, slides, boots, etc. The possibilities were endless. I was in Nirvana and I didn't even know what Nirvana was.
My collection started that very day. Currently I have over 100 pairs of shoes, actually it's probably more than that, I am just too afraid to count them again. In the grand scheme of things I don't really believe that is a lot of shoes, although my husband vehemently disagrees.
The reason I mention this is because my shoe size is one of those things my husband tolerates. When we built our current home one of the requirements was I got my own closet. Not my requirement, his.
He didn't make this decision because I am not neat, because I am. In fact organization is an obsession with me from how my shoes are arranged to alphabetizing my spice cabinet.
When I write I try to give my main character a trait I understand, one that can be annoying. Because lets face it, when you fall in love with someone you don't always love everything that makes them who they are. We, each one of us have flaws, that without them would make us just a little bit different than who we are.
Does Captain Kid understand my love of shoes? No, but he accepts. Why? Because he gets me and he loves me. And in the grand scheme of things shoes aren't the worse habit I could have. Besides, there is just something about do-me shoes that gets him every time.
So tell me, what's your thing? That one thing that you do that may or may not irritate your significant other? I promise I won't tell.