27 Sept 2012

SPIKED HEEL SHOES

Jenny Matlock
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In the 60th when I was 20 I liked to wear shoes with very high spiked heels. This made me look even taller than I was just like a beanstalk. But fashion was fashion and therefore a must.

The use was going out on  Saturday evenings dancing, together with my friends. At that time the Dancings as we called them were open at 8 pm until 1 am and not longer because the last Bus or tram home was at 1 am. It was not like today, where everybody has a car and "Dancings" really start only around 11 pm !

One evening besides the usual friends, I met a very handsome boy. I like handsome guys but not at all when they know it and behave as if the world belonges to them and take everything for granted.

While I balanced on my spiked heels to the music, he told me how wonderful he was and that he (or rather his parents) lived in a mansion with tennis court and inside swimming pool. Now this was quite unusual in the 60th but the description of his "palace" didn't impress me at all, I even got more bored. The boy not used to any female resistance,  doubled his efforts and I doubled my dislike. Finally he suggested to drive me home.

Considering that it was already late, and then the fact to be driven back home in a beautiful red sportscar with leather seats and a wooden elegant dashboard, which I had never done before, I said yes.  I said good bye to my friends who looked a little jalous because of the car and not because of the boy,  and went out with him and we went to his car.

After a while driving in the right direction he suddenly changed the way and instead of driving me to my home he wanted to drive me to his, probably to show me his "stamp collection". I protested. Probably very angry but showing nothing, he changed and went to right direction.

At the beginning of my street he suddenly stopped the car, turned around and tried to kiss me and some more. I got furious, tried to get rid of him, but couldn't, remembered suddenly my spiked heels  and managed while pushing him away, to take one shoe off. With all the strenght I could gather, I smashed my shoe in his direction and hit him at his head.

He screemed like a siamese cat and started to swear with a waterfall of very elegant words I had never heard in my life. While he tried to stop the running blood over his face, I managed to get out of the car and stumbled as quick as I could on one spiked heel and barefoot on the other, up the hill to my home.

I have never seen him again but blessed my fashion shoes with spiked heels.

This adventure was possible in the 60th ! Today it would be out of question and far too dangerous to get in a car with an unknown boy.



This type of "self defence" is in fashion today !

16 comments:

  1. Maybe you killed him!!!!Maybe the police are still looking for you!!!
    Where is the shoe now, it will be needed as evidence!!!
    This could never have happened to me. My sister and I had to go everywhere together and chaperone each other.

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  2. Ya I agree with Linens. A spiked shoe is a weapon. Good thing nothing bad happened.

    I learned karate and used my fists lol
    But I only had a few guys I had to punch out. Once I was going home and saw two punks walking on the side walk. I didn;t like the looks of them so I crossed the street and so did they so then I walked in the middle of the street with cars passing me on both sides.
    Better than getting knifed.

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  3. Life was different in the 60's that's for sure, glad you escaped intact.

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  4. That boy has certainly made his advances on you! Thank heavens for your spiked hill. It was funny too in a way that you still had the thought of removing your shoe and hitting it to him, hahaha.

    This was a good read. Take care :)

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  5. Haha, good for you, Gattina! And hurrah for spiked heels:):)

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  6. Gattina, this is the most positive use for spiked heels that I have read about! I refer to them as cruel shoes, but they make an excellent weapon to fend off unwanted advances.

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  7. Oh, I had a boy in High School, who took me out to "the movies" and on the way home stopped at a local park. There he told me he wanted sex or I could walk home!
    So I walked all the way home! About 7 miles! There was no cell phone back then, and I had no money to call my Dad. The road was long and dark and had no side walk way. But I stayed calm, guarding my virginity!
    When I got home my father was furious! How could this boy from a good family do this? He asked!
    After that, when I went on car dates, he threatened all the boys and he gave me a dime to put in my shoe, in case I needed to call him.

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  8. Bonne réaction Gattina!!! Finalement les chaussures à talon sont très utiles pour se défendre dans ce genre de situation!!!

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  9. What an amazing story, he so reminds me of that song "He's so vain!" Lucky thing all turned out well....and you can laugh about it now!

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  10. I'm glad it turned out OK and that your shoe weapon worked.

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  11. Reading this from today's perspective, I think you were lucky, cool car or not! Glad your shoes were so handy!

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  12. You showed a lot of spirit! I had a similar experience in the 60's, and I too escaped, fortunately.

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  13. You found photos of some very "scary" spiked heels!

    So the spiked heel shoe saved the day...er..night! multifunctional! --footwear and a weapon! resourceful and spunky girl you are!

    Maribeth's story is frightening.
    A boy once took me to a drive-in movie. I didn't know him very well and this was our fist (and only!) date. It was a very awful movie. Almost immediately he put his arm around me and pulled me to him. When I resisted, he said. "You don't want to watch the movie, do you?" I believe we left and went somewhere else. Needless to say, that date did not go well.

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  14. gash! what an experience! Good thinking for you - and that took some nerve. Hope I wouldn't be afraid to do more than smack someone... {:-D

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  15. the things we did in the 60s and 70s...thank goodness for those shoes and some quick thinking on your part!

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  16. Oh man.

    This story makes me shudder.

    I think we've all been there...how fortunate we are to have escaped.

    I always think that when I see those spike embellished shoes now...definitely cool weapons.

    Thank you for a splendid link to Alphabe-Thursday.

    A+

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