Author – John Salt
I’d been looking forward to a romantic New Year’s Eve with the girlfriend for a long time. We had booked a suite in a London hotel, where we were due to attend a champagne party in the ballroom.
The big day finally arrived, and after checking in we went up to our room to shower and change – she now wearing a beautiful black shift dress & heels, whilst I wore a grey suit and brand new black brogues.
It was still only 8:00pm and we thought it too early to join the party. Luckily the hotel had provided a bottle of champagne on ice as part of the package. As I opened the bottle the girlfriend commented how romantic I was to have arranged such a lovely evening. I’d never considered myself remotely romantic, but in an attempt to enter into the spirit of things I replied “If I were really a true romantic, I would be drinking champagne from my lady’s shoe. Sadly I’m not!”
I sat beside her on the sofa and prepared to pour the champagne into two glasses. She, however, suddenly stood and announced “Well … I am romantic, even if you’re not! And drinking champagne from a your lady’s shoe sounds very romantic! But if you don’t want to … we’ll just have to change things round a little …”
She stood, smiling, then knelt down beside my legs. She pulled my right leg towards her and began to unlace my right shoe. I couldn’t believe it – “You can’t be serious!”
“I am. Seriously romantic!” she answered as she slipped my shoe from my black socked foot. I really didn’t believe she would actually do it, but she did … pouring champagne into my rather expensive right shoe and taking a sip – “Cheers!”
She rejoined me on the sofa – she giggling and taking occasional sips from the shoe whilst I drank rather more conventionally from a glass. We chatted and laughed and time rolled on. She looked at her watch – “Come on. It’s 9:45. Time to join the party.”
“Darling, you just destroyed my shoe! I’ve only brought this one pair. I can’t go like this!”
She tugged my arm, helping me stand – “Yes you can. Come on Cinderella – you can go exactly like this!” I protested, but she continued to tug me towards the door. I could see was determined and refusal was useless. I could also see she was strangely excited.
Arm in arm we headed down to the ballroom via corridors, lifts and the hotel lobby … my single shoe making the usual tapping noise as we crossed it’s marble floor – in contrast to my silent right socked foot …
The night was yet young – and I was destined to spend the final hours of 2018 and first of 2019 as Cinderella …