The first apartment I ever rented all by myself was an entire floor in a former industrial building downtown that had retail space in the lobby. I loved the peace and quiet of no roommates, but with no one else to share the bills, I needed a job — and fast.

Fortunately for me — in more ways than one — one of the vacant shop spaces in my building got a new tenant around the same time I’d moved in. The plate glass windows, which had been covered up by newspaper, soon transformed into a beautiful display of expensive and very sexy shoes. All designer items imported from Europe, by the looks of them.

The sight of all that cock-hardening footwear stopped me in my tracks and made me catch my breath. As a six-foot-two guy with size 13 feet, I have zero desire to wear women’s shoes myself.... Read More