Round of golf

Author – John salt

I’d recently taken up golf – and have since spent many humiliating hours hacking and slicing errant balls into the rough. I think the girlfriend sensed my increasing frustration.

She is relatively non-sporting and had certainly never shown the slightest interest in my new hobby – until this morning. I was watching golfing videos on youtube – hints and tips on improving your game – while she read a magazine beside me. One particular video appeared to capture her attention – a golfing professional was explaining a practise technique for driving balls straighter and farther – by getting more weight onto the trailing leg (the right leg for right-handers). By transferring more weight onto the right leg, he said the back swing would be more stable and enable the player to drive ‘through the ball’. To assist in learning this weight transfer, the golf pro had made himself asymmetric – he had removed his right shoe.

The girlfriend returned her gaze to the magazine, pretending to read for a couple of minutes – then suddenly asked “Are you playing golf today?”

“I thought I might go to the driving range for a couple of hours practice, if you don’t mind?”

“Why should I mind? In fact I might come with you since it’s a nice day … I could be your caddie!”

This was certainly a turnaround – her expressing enthusiasm for a few hours of watching me slice golf balls … but what the heck – it was certainly an improvement on her usual indifference. We loaded my clubs into the car and headed off.

It was a weekday morning so the range was mostly deserted. It consisted of two fairways, two putting greens and a bar. I changed into my brown Windsor golf shoes and signed in before rejoining her – Lisa – beside the 1st tee.

She watched intently as I addressed the ball, swung – and sent it skittering all of 70 yards … “Damn!”

She adopted a supportive tone – “That wasn’t so bad! Don’t be so hard on yourself. You’ll improve …”

We set off towards the ball towing the trolley that carried bag and clubs. The green was still some 250 yards away, so this next shot would again require an impossible (for me) power shot. This time I fired it a little further, but hooked it slightly right and almost off the fairway. Again we set off towards the ball.

“Did you learn any good tips from those videos this morning?” she enquired in a slightly curious tone. I replied “Plenty – but watching and doing are entirely different things!”

She continued, affecting innocence – “Anything in particular?”

“No – nothing in particular. Just try to keep my head steady and drive through the ball.”

“Well, there is one thing you could try …”

I stared at her. Was she really now offering golfing tips! I decided to humour her – “What’s that?”

“The man in one of the videos said putting more weight onto your right leg would help your swing. Why don’t you try that? And he said you would find it easier if you removed your right shoe …”

“Did he really?! Sounds unlikely to me.”

She stepped closer – an excited, determined expression on her face – “Yes – he did. You won’t know unless you try. Try it!”

With that, and before I could protest further, she knelt down beside me and unlaced my right shoe … slowly slipping it off to reveal a vibrantly coloured red sock with dark blue heel and toes. She stood up again clutching the shoe and smiling broadly – “How does that feel, Cinderella?”

“It feels like I’m missing a shoe!” Luckily the grass was dry, but I could feel its soft spongy texture quite acutely beneath my right socked foot as I approached the ball for my 3rd shot. I concentrated, now consciously shifting my weight onto my right leg and down to the ground via my blue tipped toes … swinging the club backwards then smoothly arcing through the ball for one of the best shots I’d ever made … a perfect straight line and a single bounce onto the green!

I was amazed – though whether it really had anything to do with my missed right shoe was open to question. Lisa clapped and seemed genuinely excited – and there was little doubt what she attributed the miracle shot to – “Perfect! Didn’t I tell you!” She held up my shoe – “You won’t be needing this again!”

For a moment I thought she was about to throw my shoe away, but she contented herself by stowing it deep within the golf bag. She pulled the trolley and set off for the green, calling “Come on, Cinders!”

I two putted for a very respectable 1 over par. Lisa looked on and took several photographs – including the one below.

Over the next 90 minutes we played 5 more holes – with me in full Cinderella flow and Lisa beaming alongside. After a while the initial self-consciousness of parading my right socked foot disappeared to the point where I was almost oblivious to it, and I had to admit – I was certainly a lot more consistent without the shoe.

Eventually we arrived back at the clubhouse where a few other golfers, male and female, mingled about. Lisa suggested we have a drink in the bar to celebrate my improved form. “Certainly!” I replied – “But can I have my shoe back first!”

She walked up and kissed me on the cheek, whispering in my ear – “No. Because I like you just as you are, Cinderella!”

I was bemused, but perhaps I shouldn’t have been. The clues had been there all along, starting with her ill concealed interest in that golf video. And it wasn’t the golf that had sparked her interest …

“You like me wearing one shoe ….?”

“Yes – it’s so sexy!”

She took my hand and guided me towards the bar.

The End.

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Dream lost

Author – Shoelossfan

For starters this happened in a recent dream I had last night so not everything is remembered to the best of my ability.

So in the dream I was walking into a movie theater to meet up with two friends i have made on my new autism group (I recently joined on RL), as we were meeting up to go to the movies and just enjoy ourselves with a good film. After greeting one another and getting our tickets along with refreshments we head into the theater and start to settle in.

The opening trailers started to play and I was getting relaxed in my seat although a little bored by some of the ads so I start to slip off on my right blue Nike sneaker and start to dangle my shoe in the air while resting my right leg on the right knee, completely exposing my black socked sole with a blue heel. After a minute or two a better ad came on and during it my shoe slipped free from my blue socked toes and fell to the floor, though I didn’t hear it hit the ground because it was a loud scene.

Knowing my right socked foot was completely exposed and a little nervous I brought my foot down and started to hide it behind my left foot, though the girl who was sitting on my left side must had seen the shoe by her foot or something as when I looked over to her feet just as the movie was about the start I saw that she had trapped my shoe under her chair with her sneaker clad feet between me and it. I was a little embarrassed but tried to keep my cool and rubbed my socked foot against my still shod one in a bit of nervousness.

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As the film continued to slowly started to play with my left sneaker since for whatever reason my left foot is looser in my shoes than my right, and I think the girl saw me doing this as she looked down and giggled since my left blue socked heel was a little exposed.

But around the midway point when there was some boring scene, I felt something start to tug on my left sneaker which I had slipped my foot back into though the heel was crushed down. and what I saw was the girls black right sneaker clad foot was pulling my foot towards her, thinking she just wanted to be playful I played along and let her pull my foot, though while she did I felt my left shoe slip off.

At this point I was really nervous since I didn’t know wat to do, but with one good tug she pulled my left sneaker off completely and set it beside my other sneaker, leaving me in my black sock feet’s with blue toes and heels and incredibly embarrassed as I rubbed my feet together.

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Later as the credits rolled and the lights came the guy of the group Nate said he had to get up to use the bathroom and left me and the girl alone to wait for the end of credits scene. While I sat there ignoring all the names that worked on the feature I turned to the girl and whispered to her. “Say can I have my shoes back?”

“I don’t know do you want them back?” The girl whispered back with a little tease in her tone as I was completely red hearing that, But I soon said to her in a worried tone. “Please my mom will get really upset if I don’t have them.”

At which point he girl just smiled and slipped the left shoe back towards me using her feet, but not before taking out a not from her bag and putting it inside the sole of the shoe, which I only noticed when I started to put the shoe back on and find her number inside, I blushed but then my heart sank as I saw her pick up my right shoe by the laces and hear her say to me. “by the way I’m Emily and you really have some cute socks, I think you should show them off more.”

“Ah well thanks.” I blushed feeling completely crushed on as I watched the girl zip up her tote bag before she got up to leave leaving me one shod as my dream ended and I woke up.

Shoeless at the mall

Author – Evan

About a week ago, a friend and I were hanging out at the mall. While we were sitting by one of the stores, he grabbed my foot and pulled off my right shoe. I lost sight of him through the crowd. It took me around 30 minutes before I found him and when I did, he said that he hid my shoe and I’ll get it back later. Had to spend most of that day walking around with one shoe and my white sock

The bully

Author – Roper

I hate a bully more than anything maybe because I have been on the receiving side more than once I’m a little guy for my age we have a few bullies in my school I know I can’t beat them in a toe to toe fight but I don’t have to let them win, The tell an adult thing, I’m not in to.

It makes it worse in my country boy world, you deal with things yourself and this is how I dealt with mine:
This new guy started my school, from his first day he just singled me out for some reason. He would trip me, bump in to me walking down the hall, push my stuff off my desk as he walked by. I ask him what his problem was he said I don’t like you.
This went on from the first day he started. He is like 6” tall and 190lbs. I’m like 5”6’ and a 100 lbs. At lunch we can eat outside at the picnic tables my teacher had what they call lunch room duty, so my class got out early for lunch I grabbed my lunch and went out to get a table for me and my friends. I see the bully coming He sees me at the picnic table eating lunch, I had my foot on the seat/beach on the opposite side He walks over and sits down and told me to move the foot or lose the boot so I moved my foot but he keeps on being mouthy grabs half my fries tried to push my cup off the table. Then he kicked my foot
it was on the ground under the table and said I told you to move that foot are lose that boot, you must want to lose it bad. I told him I did move my foot. He said I told you move your foot, I finally got pissed and put my foot in his lap under the table and he grabbed my boot I pulled my foot out of my boot before he could pull it off me I got up, and hopped to building missing my right boot and went to the lunch room my friends were there and we decided to just eat inside. After the bell rang, I headed to class. I got to B hall and my bully was coming down the hall He just walked past me never said a word are for once didn’t push me. After school I was heading to the bus and he was already there I hopped by him and got on the bus he just looked at me and still never said a word. May have not been the best way but he left me alone

Convention centre mishap

Author – Lucylex

This past weekend I was working at a convention center for a dance competition and there were a few other girls beside my self working. It was a 3 day job and it called for us to be on our feet for most of the day and considering everyone was wearing dress shoes you can imagine how bad everyone’s feet were hurting. This story takes place backstage and this is where all the dancers lined up before going out to the main stage. There was two was one entrance and then a separate exit. I was working the entrance and my co worker was working the exit and kind of directing traffic. I could tell her shoes were very uncomfortable and she eventually slipped out of them and into her sheer black socks. You could see her toenails peeking through her socks and she kept kinda reserved by the exit. Her shoes were off to the side and there was a lot of traffic coming and going. She even left her post in her socks and walked elsewhere to run an errand all the while leaving her precious shoes behind. I made it a point to get over to where she was and see if I could snag her shoes while she was away. Finally during some busy traffic of people coming and going I managed to kick them out the exit and pick them up and hide them near by. It took her a very long time to realize her shoes were gone but it wasn’t until she had to go out on to the dance floor to make an announcement that she looked for them. I saw her panicking looking under the table and around the exit. Patting around in her thin socks lol. She never found them and looked shocked she now had to go out infront a crowd of hundreds of People being the only one missing her shoes and showing off those cute little sheer black socks. She ended up going out there and doing her announcement. I could tell people were a little surprised to see her in her stocking feet as she was trying to look professional. It was the cutest thing. She finally came backstage and told me someone had snagged her shoes. I just stared at her stocking feet:) she never got her shoes back and I picked them up on my way out when I left the job. They are still in my car! Again, don’t leave your shoes unnatended in public unless you like going home in your socks 🙂

Car service nightmare part 2

Author – Shoelover

Today I was in school and I didn’t have the car on me today so my mom dropped me off. I called up a different car service because I had a bad experience last time with a creepy driver who stole my sneakers. So I waited for the car to come and I got into the back seat, because I don’t want to experience the same situation like before. I wore my shiny white socks, blue jeans, new nikes, and a pink hoodie. I didn’t get a clear view of the driver because he wore sunglasses and a Boston Red Sox cap but I hoped he didn’t mind the smell of my sweaty socks when I took my sneakers off hehe. As he was driving, my sneakers were in the well below me and I lied down in the back seat. We stopped short and my sneakers slid from the well in front of me, under the seat in front of me, and ended up next to the driver. I was timid and slightly embarrassed of what to say so I decided that when I got out of the car I will ask him to pass my sneakers. So as I told the guy where to drop me off he said there’s a policy to pay before I get out. I heard his voice and it sounded so familiar. He took his sunglasses and cap off and turned to me and said, “Remember me?” I broke into a cold, because now I’m vulnerable in white socks and my new nikes are next to him in the well below. So I asked for my sneakers back from the other day and the ones that fell where you are. He said , “I’ll make a deal with you, I’ll give you the sneakers back but you have to pay me 150 bucks for them and the ride. I was in a state of shock and I said I don’t have that money on me, then he said “oh that’s too bad sweetheart, you know what, now I’ll have to take you on a joyride. So he revved up his car and sped through the streets while I was screaming. He stopped his car by a run down neighborhood , he got out of the car and I saw him wearing my other nikes from the other day, and he grabbed me by my feet and legs and said “get out of my car”. There I was stranded in a bad neighborhood with my shiny white socks, blue jeans, and a hot pink hoodie. I eventually found a bus back home, and all the people on the bus were snickering at me when I was scrunching or wriggling my socked feet. It was kind of embarrassing but I felt excited hehehe. Next time I’m taking an Uber and not some sketchy car service.