One weekend a mate of mine told me about a party that a friend of his was throwing and said that we should go to it. I thought too myself why not I could do with a night out. I asked my mate what kind of dress code the party was to which he told me it was casual, so I put on my favourite pair of jeans, a superdry t-shirt and hoodie , a pair of black sports socks and my blue Adidas copas lashed myself in aftershave and headed out for the party. When we arrived at the party it was well under way and full of drunken party guests. After a while I got properly drunk myself and ended up speaking to a guy who was a similar size to myself wearing a dark blue hoodie, white t shirt and tracksuit bottoms and a pair of black and white checkered hi top vans. In my drunkenness I decided that I wanted to wear his clothes so I asked him if he was up for swapping clothes and shoes. To my surprise he agreed and with that we headed off to find somewhere to swap our stuff. As we started to undress he asked to get my boxer shorts too so I thought what the hell it would be fun, as I slipped myself into his clothes I got a great sense of joy knowing that someone else was wearing my clothes and shoes. We headed back through to the party to continue our drinking. As I mingled with the other partygoers I overheard the guy who was wearing my stuff speaking to someone who complimented him on his clothes to which he thanked them and told them that belonged to him. Upon hearing this I questioned him about getting my stuff back after the party was over to which he told me he was going to be keeping my stuff as he found them comfortable. He then proceeded to leave the party and take off like a bat out of hell up the road. I tried to catch him up but lost him shortly after leaving the house. I was fuming that I never got my stuff back but I slowly started feeling better as his clothes and shoes were quite good quality stuff so it’s not all bad. My mate then decided to head home so I left with him and crashed out in my bed in a drunken stupor still wearing this guys stuff. I awoke the next day feeling really hungover and surprised to see I was wearing, I then felt somewhat bittersweet about the previous night’s actions but decided to keep wearing his stuff as I was starting to quite like it.
Being the Brainiac type I was normally the first one people would seek out for homework or test help. In college this was normally appreciated because most of the kids would party on the weekends and some weeknights, but I would be in my dorm room studying, tutoring, or just watching TV. Underneath my bunkbed I had a chest and inside this chest was my sneaker collection. I never had any new kicks because ever since high school the kicks I owned used to belong to fellow students. Some I would buy off of them, others I would grab when I can. Always calculating the perfect opportunity to grab some kicks that would fit me. This was the end of the semester and Jacob my dorm mate asked if I wanted to go to a F the finals party. Names these kids come up with, ha. Anyway, I said no because I was having difficulties understanding matrices and I needed to study. He said if I change my mind, he is going with another student he met with in motorcycle club. My roommate was always tinkering with cars and bikes and always coming back dirty as hell. I would have taken his kicks, but he wore size 9 New Balance and it always reminded me of my dad’s kicks and I am a SZ 12. So, there I was studying math when a knock came at the door. Jacob answered it and there stood the hottest guy I’ve seen in a long time. So, here is Benjamin I thought, I almost went back to my work when I looked down and saw him wearing a trashed pair of Osiris NYC in a grungy style. It piqued my interest and I told Jacob to hold up and that I would go to this party. Benjamin was a nice guy and actually owned his own motorcycle. Since there were three of us, we had to take my car to this party as I promised I would be the DD. We got there and the party was already underway. Benjamin headed straight to the kitchen to grab a drink and Jacob went outside to the back because he saw this girl he knew and wanted to talk to. It was a house with a backyard pool. Ah, living in Florida. The host was some drunk guy by the name of Tim. He placed a beer in my hand and told me he would show me around. I said sure cause I wanted to see where people could possibly leave their shoes. Tim told me that the third bedroom was for clothes and shoes for all the people swimming, bedroom two was a necktie room meaning if you see a necktie around the door. Do not enter as some fun is going on. The first bedroom was a pass out room, so Tim put it. If you are too drunk, you can pass out there. I thanked Tim and mingled my way around. I saw some guys wearing Nikes and a few wearing some Adidas Boost. I saw Jordan’s and a pair of Yeezys. Most looked too small and the ones that I did want I could not find a way to grab them. I kept thinking oh why oh why couldn’t these people go swimming. I went into bedroom three and I saw mostly girl shoes and 2 small pairs of Asics. Nothing to go gaga about. Jacob approached me at 3 am and asked if I’ve seen Benjamin. I told him that the last time I saw him was half an hour ago talking to some girl. Tim overheard and told Jacob and I that he was in the second bedroom with Marissa. I was like dam she was lucky. Jacob said that he was ready to go and if he could just sit in the car to wait. I was like okay sure. Twenty minutes passed and the living room was quiet, even the pool had only one person in it. People were either passed out or had left. I could hear through that bedroom door that more fun was still going on. So, I sat down on the couch. In the corner of the room I saw something familiar. A pair of Osiris NYC that I had eyed earlier. I was like hot dam here’s my chance. I found a bag and put them in. I went back to my car and Jacob was already passed out. I put the shoes in the trunk and went back to the house. I waited five minutes more when the bedroom door opened, and I saw Benjamin tiptoeing out of there. I was like hey let’s go we are leaving.He said yeah lets go fast cause I just slept with Tim’s girlfriend Traci. I thought that was Marissa. I inquired.Yeah it was 2 hours ago. Anyway, let’s go.While he was talking to me, he searched around for his shoes.Hey buddy have you seen my shoes anywhere? At this point I was thrilled, and I wanted it to keep going so I said what were your shoes?It’s a pair of Osiris SZ 12 black and grey. I lied and said oh those were yours? I saw a guy wearing them when he left an hour ago.Are you F@#$%ing kidding me dude!! That’s the only pair I have with me at the dorms. After cursing for a minute, we left because we didn’t want to wake up anyone and I drove us back to the dorms.Jacob woke up from his sleep and we all got out of the car. Benjamin, did you forget something at the party? Asked Jacob.No dam it shut up Jacob some jackass stole my shoes. Benjamin was so pissed when he got on his bike to go to his dorm, he said f$%^ it and ripped his socks off his feet and threw them to the pavement. Why do I need socks if I don’t have any shoes to wear…. I am gonna live the life of a rebel!!!! As he kicked the bike into motion, he screamed YIPPIE I KAY YEA!!!! Shish, alcohol and kids don’t match. Luckily his stupid ass made it back safely to his dorm and I escorted Jacob back to the room. Ten minutes later I went out to retrieve my new pair of black socks. Two days later the semester ended, and I went on my merry way back home. Not only did I pass that math final but as a reward I got myself a new pair of preworn Osiris and socks. I never did see Benjamin again and Jacob graduated that year. But I will always have that memory. P.S. if anyone is interested in my stories please let me know, you can contact me through RJ.
Back when I was in college I loved going to parties to check out all the awesome shoes the guys would wear. I would be pretty bold checking out their feet and shoes since most were pretty intoxicated and wouldn’t even notice. There’s been multiple times where I’ve walked away with prizes too. One such time goes as follows.
My second year of college started off with a bang. The first week of school is usually prime time for stealing guys shoes since the weather is still nice and almost all the guys are busy getting drunk and enjoying their college experience. The first Friday night of the school year and almost every frat house was having a party. I like showing up once a party is in full swing. At that point everyone is pretty drunk and you can just walk right on in without anyone saying anything. The first party I get to and already I see a bunch of guys drunk off their asses in the front yard. None of them were wearing any shoes I was interested in so I paid them no mind. Once I got inside though it was a whole different ballgame. Walking through the entryway I see this tall brown haired guy with his girlfriend, both pretty wasted. He was about 6’1, average build, brownish eyes. Overall he was pretty normal looking except for his hot ass shoes. He was wearing black hi top Supras, instant turn on for me. Not gunna lie I stared for a good minute before I could even think straight. I knew I had to have his shoes. Listening in to their conversation his girlfriend really wanted to leave (something about another party) and he wanted to stay. She was practically begging to go, almost dragging him out the door. I was getting prepared to follow when he stopped her and told her he’s staying but she can go if she wanted to. Now as you can imagine I was thrilled, makes my job easier if he’s alone. She got pretty mad and I could tell she really wanted him to come with her but she eventually kissed him and left. Score! Now, here’s where my job begins. How do I get this hottie out of his shoes? He seemed like a nice guy but approaching him with conversation really wasn’t my style. I prefer to remain anonymous so that any questions asked won’t involve me. After about 20 minutes and a few more drinks he headed toward the living room where the beer pong tournament was going on. As you can imagine I was getting pretty worried I wouldn’t be able to grab his shoes but my luck turned around when he started talking to some party goers who were sliding down the hardwood floor in the hallway in their socks. They convinced him to try it so he took off his supras and left them by the couch where the rest of them did. Fuck I was so damn excited you have no idea! I sat on the couch pretty close to the collection of shoes and pretended to watch the beer pong tournament. He slid a couple times before falling and spilling the rest of his drink. He started laughing and heading toward the kitchen to grab a new one when I realized my moment had come. As soon as he was out of eyesight I casually got up and pretended to stumble a bit in the direction of his shoes. My left hand landed perfectly on both his supras while my right hand landed on a pair of classic vans (another pair I had my eye on, shorter guy with blond hair) so I grabbed them both and wrapped my hoodie around them. Looking around, nobody seemed to notice so I made my way toward the door. Now, you’d think I would just book it and leave but no, I like to know how they react to loosing their shoes so I threw both of my new prizes in the neighbors bushes and walked back into the house. As I walked into the kitchen to get another drink I see the guy with the supras still in the kitchen while the guy with the vans was back in the living room. I got myself a drink and hear some random girl at the party ask a group of people if they’ve seen any vans around. I got excited and listened in closer. Apparently he had gone back for his shoes almost immediately after I took them (close call) and he couldn’t find them anywhere. Supra guy said there where shoes by the couch and she said they looked there. As she moved onto asking another group of people, supra guy walked back into the living room and stopped in his tracks as he noticed his shoes gone too. He started freaking out looking all around the couch and under the beer pong table but to no avail. He started cussing and started asking people around the room if they’d seen his shoes. The tournament was pretty loud though so nobody really cared or knew. At that point I decided to take my leave and claim my new prizes. Leaving the house I started walking toward the bushes I hid both their shoes in and quickly nabbed them and walked away. Once I was a good distance away I looked at my prizes. The supras were size 12.5 and were decently worn in, some wear on the bottom and the insoles, and they smelled heavenly. The vans were also pretty worn in and size 9.5, didn’t smell as good but still had a good scent to them. Trust me when I say I still to this day have fun with both their shoes. 😉
I never heard anything else happen with that party, so I knew I was in the clear. I’ve got other stories too, I will continue to post if people are interested. Thanks for reading!!
I had gone to a party at an apartment on the other side of town with my best friend, it was his work colleague’s party. I just tagged along in my t-shirt, black skinny jeans with black vans on my feet. The party was pretty boring with crap music so the best thing to do was get drunk. There was a lot of girls to talk to but I got drunk fairly quickly and sat down before I fell down. The room started spinning as I closed my eyes. I must of fallen asleep. I eventually woke up, the music had been turned down and the room had fewer people in it. I looked at my watch, it was late. I stood up and realised I wasn’t wearing any shoes. “What the fuck” I said as i looked down at my white socked feet. I was unsteady as I searched for my shoes but couldn’t find them.
I couldn’t find my friend either, had he taken them as a prank? No he wouldn’t as back in school a bully took his shoes. After spending all day in socked feet he vowed never to let anyone be as humiliated as he was.
A pair of plimsolls lay on the floor, everyone else was wearing shoes, whoever had taken my Vans must of left them behind. They looked new but you could tell they where cheap but I had no choice but to put them on unless I wanted to walk home in my socks.
As I headed for the door I passed someone wearing black vans like mine but I was too drunk to question him over his footwear even though he was looking at my feet. I walked home wondering if the feet that had occupied these cheap shoes I was now wearing where feeling more comfortable in my worn Vans.
Had I just passed the thief wearing my shoes as I wore his? I wasn’t happy that my favourite shoes had been stolen.
A few months ago me and my mate Danny where in town we had some food and a few beers as it was a warm afternoon. Danny took a liking to a New Balance trainer on a stand outside a sports shop. He took it inside and asked for the other shoe, the assistant fetched a pair of trainers in a shoebox. He tried them on and decided to buy them. After paying he decided he wanted to wear them so he sat back down and put them back on, as he stood up he accidentally stood on the shoebox crushing it. He placed his old Adidas Gazelle green and yellow trainers in the now damaged shoebox and asked the assistant to bin them as he wanted to go for a few more drinks and couldn’t be bothered to carry them.
In the pub Danny looked down to admire his new trainers and realised they didn’t quite match. He took them off to inspect them closer and realised he had been sold the display shoe which had faded in the sunlight making it lighter than the other. He put them back on, we finished our drinks and went back to the sports shop that was now ready to close. He took off his new trainers and placed them on the counter. “I bought these earlier and the left shoe is faded” he said demanding they be replaced. The assistant said they where the last pair in his size and that is why he was sold the display. He was offered a discount which he refused as he didn’t want to wear odd looking shoes. He could see the damaged box still behind the counter that he had put his old trainers in so demanded a refund. After getting his money back he asked for his old Adidas trainers from the shoebox. The assistant apologetically said he didn’t have his old trainers as he’d given them away to a homeless guy earlier and the shoebox was empty. Danny shouted angrily at the assistant and said he had no right to give away his trainers. The annoyed assistant told Danny that he gave them away rather than bin a perfectly good pair of shoes as he had instructed. “Some unfortunate person now has a decent pair of shoes on his feet” said the assistant. Danny insisted on buying more shoes but his attitude towards the assistant had backfired as he was told the shop was now closed and we would have to leave. The assistant took great pleasure escorting Danny of the premises in his white socked feet and locked the door as we left. I could see Danny feeling uncomfortable stood in the high street shoeless, all the shops had closed for the day and we had an hour to wait for our bus. We decided to go back to the pub and have another drink until the bus arrived. At least Danny could hide his shoeless feet under a table. We got our drinks and sat near a window, that’s when Danny spotted a homeless man in a shop doorway opposite wearing his distinctive green Adidas trainers with yellow stripes. I couldn’t help but laugh, here was my mate shoeless as some homeless person was sat outside wearing his trainers. Danny went out and ran across the street in his socks and pleaded with the homeless guy to give him his trainers back. The guy obviously refused as Danny returned still shoeless but now with everyone else in the pub laughing at his predicament. By the time we got back home Danny’s socks where no longer white. I shouldn’t of laughed so much as Danny got his revenge on me but that’s another story.
One weekend a neighbour in my apartment building was planning having a party in his flat and he invited me to the party. After he invited me I started to think about coming away from the party with someone else’s shoes so I went to one of the local clothing/shoe stores to look for a cheap pair of plimsoles so that when I got someone else’s shoes I wouldn’t worry about what shoes I left behind. A few hours later and its time for the party and I head over to my neighbours flat with high hopes that i’ll come away with a random persons shoes. After having a good few drinks I start to feel a little bit drunk and a bit braver so decide to start looking at what people are wearing and see what i want, eventually i come across a guy wearing a pair of slip on vans and decide that’s the shoes i want, thankfully this guy was extremely drunk and passed out so I went over and slipped off his vans shoes and left my plimsoles next to him. As i slid my feet into this guys shoes I could feel the imprint of his feet and a great sense of delight came over me that I managed to do it but I thought to myself what would this guy do when he woke up and realised that his shoes were gone so i decided to stay and see. Eventually the guy woke up and started to panic as he realised his shoes were gone and after some cursing and swearing notices my plimsoles ,puts them on and leaves for home walking right past me completely unaware that I have his shoes on. After heading home from the party myself I was delighted with myself with managing to get someone else’s shoes and to this day I still continue to wear his shoes wondering if there will be another time to steal some more shoes.
Please leave a comment on what you thought about this story and what you would have done in my situation
Eric is a barman and always passed weekend revellers as he headed home late from work. People always tried flagging down his car assuming it was a taxi. One particular night Eric stopped at traffic lights when his passenger door opened. “Alright mate” said a lad as he fell into the passenger seat. “Take me home driver” said the drunk guy.
“I’m not a taxi” said Eric “Please get out of my car”.
The lights went green so Eric had to move forward as there was traffic behind him. He eventually pulled over into a quiet street and asked his uninvited passenger to get out. “I need to get home” said the drunk. “What’s your name?” asked Eric. “Sam” he said.
“It’s nice to meet you Sam but I’m not a taxi and I need you to get out” said Eric politely. “I’ve missed the last Metro home, lost my phone and can’t find my mates” said Sam, “Please take me home”. Eric took pity at the guys situation, he was to regret asking where he lived seeing as he missed his train meaning he lived out of town.
“Newcastle” said Sam. “That’s a canny drive from here” said Eric in his local accent.
“I’ll pay you”
Eric really wanted to go home and sleep after his shift at work but couldn’t leave the guy in the street either. “OK, but you need to pay for my fuel” Sam searched his pockets for his wallet, inside was £5. “Don’t suppose this will do?” Eric shook his head “No Sam it’s not enough” he looked at the wallet, it had no bank cards so no chance of using an ATM.
“Look Sam I’m quite willing to take you home but I need paying for the fuel”
“I’ll get you some money when I’m home”
“OK but give me your watch as deposit as I don’t want to drive into ‘toon’ then you doing a runner”
Sam took off his watch, it was a cheap Casio digital watch worth about £6 from Amazon. Eric wanted to kick him out, he didn’t need this at 2am but knew he couldn’t.
“If you want me to drive to Newcastle then give me your shoes” said Eric. “When you get home and pay for the fuel then you get your shoes back” Sam looked at his feet in the footwell “My shoes” his eyes where getting heavy “My shoes” he repeated.
“Yes your shoes, take them off and give them to me”
“My shoes, you want my shoes” repeated Sam again, he was falling asleep.
Eric had had enough, he got out of the car and walked to the passenger door to remove the uninvited drunk from the car. He dragged Sams’s legs out and noticed he was now asleep. He couldn’t leave him but what could he do. Sam was wearing a pair of white Nike trainers, more than enough to pay for fuel. He pulled them off the sleeping drunks feet revealing black/grey patterned socks. He shoved the drunks socked feet back into the footwell and put the Nike trainers into the car boot. Eric set off for Newcastle with the now shoeless sleeping Sam beside him.
On the city’s central motorway, Eric woke up Sam. “Where am I” he said and looked at Eric “Who the f*** are you?” Then he looked down at his feet “Wheres my f***ing shoes” He was now changing from a happy drunk into an aggressive drunk. Eric tried to explain the situation but he wasn’t listening.
“Where do you live?” asked Eric “Sam gave him directions before falling asleep again. Upon arrival Eric shouted “We’re here”. Sam woke up “Where am I?, Who are you?” Eric didn’t want to explain again so he lied “You where robbed, they took your shoes, I found you and took you home” Sam looked down at his shoeless feet “They where my favourite trainers” he said. Sam got out of the car and told Eric to wait, he went inside his house and returned a few minutes later still in socked feet and gave Eric £50, he insisted he took it for being a good samaritan and to pay for his fuel and inconvenience. Eric knew it was too much and didn’t want it as he had Sams shoes in his car boot. But his lie stopped him from revealing the truth, so he just took the money. Sam stood and watched in his socked feet as the good samaritan drove away with his money and his shoes. Sam had well and truly been robbed….. by Eric. At least he was safe at home.