When I see people for the first time I see shoes. When I’m people-watching on a sunny day with a bottle of wine in my mouth I see shoes. When I’m checking out the hot boys (that sounds a little off limits since I’m too close to fourty) I see shoes. Shoes matter. And I love them. Maybe it’s just me but shoes tell me something about a person. Imagine a wedding. People tend to dress up for the occasion. Covering up their real selves. But their shoes tell the truth. Try and see. Or just ignore this piece of high-end psychology.
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