Post by Tamara Sulik on May 26, 2014 7:38:09 GMT -6
Women had clearly different priorities. Take Tamara for example. She knew she had to save for a new laptop, and she was even though she waited to see if those tech guys couldn't do a miracle with it. But as she walked down the streets, enjoying a day off away from any students, she was stopped in her track. By a pair of boots. No, they were not in front of her on the streets going all Gandalf-like ‘you shall not pass’. They were nicely standing in the window of a store. And they were singing sweet music to Tam’s ears.
She looked at them from the other side of the window. She had no idea the cost for those but she needed to try them. Hey, with a bit of luck they would not fit her size and she’ll be on her way as if it never happened. She entered the store, found some clerk way too eager to help her and asked for the boots in question. They had her size. She sat down, tried them. My God, they were perfect. Some long boots had a tendency of being absolutely impossible to wear if you had calves. It was to the point of thinking if the ones making them believed people had straight legs, like canes. But not these ones. These fit her beautifully. She loved them even more.
The price was... well let’s just say she was about to say no to them with teary eyes, as if it was her son people were taking away from her. But then the man said the magic word: fifty percent off. The price did not matter anymore and Tamara found herself with a new pair of boots on her feet, keeping the shoes she had been previously wearing in a bag. She had to show off that new acquisition of hers, even if no one will probably notice. Because no one does when you wish them to. And those were shoes and Tamara was well aware men forgot she had anything under her breasts. But no matter. Tamara walked down with an extra boost of confidence, as if she needed any, already considering this day the best of her week if not the month.
She looked at them from the other side of the window. She had no idea the cost for those but she needed to try them. Hey, with a bit of luck they would not fit her size and she’ll be on her way as if it never happened. She entered the store, found some clerk way too eager to help her and asked for the boots in question. They had her size. She sat down, tried them. My God, they were perfect. Some long boots had a tendency of being absolutely impossible to wear if you had calves. It was to the point of thinking if the ones making them believed people had straight legs, like canes. But not these ones. These fit her beautifully. She loved them even more.
The price was... well let’s just say she was about to say no to them with teary eyes, as if it was her son people were taking away from her. But then the man said the magic word: fifty percent off. The price did not matter anymore and Tamara found herself with a new pair of boots on her feet, keeping the shoes she had been previously wearing in a bag. She had to show off that new acquisition of hers, even if no one will probably notice. Because no one does when you wish them to. And those were shoes and Tamara was well aware men forgot she had anything under her breasts. But no matter. Tamara walked down with an extra boost of confidence, as if she needed any, already considering this day the best of her week if not the month.