A couple of months ago, we put on a work on Craigslist. This really isn’t out from the ordinary. We operate a writing company and look at writing adverts on Craigslist with regularity. My interest is piqued once I run into advertisements trying to find fiction authors. “You suggest you want to spend me to compose fiction?” my eager brain asks. “Yes, please!”
In this situation, the advertisement i came across had been a bit…interesting. It went similar to this:
I’m enthusiastic about having a quick tale written, about three to five pages in total, the style being a twenty- or thirty-something professional girl whom wears high heel shoes regularly despite suffering base issues. The style might be third person, into the types of “chick lit.” It may additionally be person that is first when you look at the design of a weblog entry. What exactly is a “day into the life” like of a lady who willingly sacrifices convenience additionally the health of her feet for excruciatingly shoes that are beautiful?
A lie to say an alarm didn’t go off in my head screaming “Weird” at the top of its warbley lungs would be, of course. But being the hopeless journalist I applied anyway that I am. I was thinking hey, perhaps this individual is attempting to utilize a social media slant for offering footwear. Or possibly it is allowed to be for a site that is women’s book by having a funny undertake “the things we do for beauty.” Ends up, I needs to have trusted my instincts.
My application apparently impressed. A guy responded saying we seemed ideal for the duty. He wished to know very well what approach I would personally decide to try this tale. We shot straight back a response that is quick i possibly could come up with a retail worker who wears exceptionally stylish shoes to carry a bit of glamour to her time. Evidently, he adored this basic idea and desired to talk via IM.
Luckily for us, I experienced already Googled this person at the same time. Of course, i did son’t react to their e-mail that is last or to a talk. I did so the closest thing to running far from a person online possible: ignore, ignore, ignore.
So, just just what did my crafty* Googling generate?
First, a Twitter account specialized in shoes. Especially, “sexy” shoes. He made numerous replies that are females asking just what footwear these were putting on of course they’d invested the big bucks of shoes.
I’m shoe that is talking, right right here. And never that cutesy, “oh I adore to get footwear thus I have shoe fetish” thing so lots of people like to hand out. I am talking about a genuine deal, genuine footwear fetish. Regrettably, that is not where this whole story finishes.
Evidently, this person does not just love super high shoes that are heeled. He really really loves shoes which make women’s feet hurt. I’m sure the footwear by themselves are mighty interesting, however the reality which they result in a woman pain give him undeniable pleasure.
High heel shoes are not enough. They should harm, too.
*Okay, therefore it wasn’t crafty. Simply typing in a true title, actually. At the very least he ended up beingn’t hiding their kinks.
A whole lot worse, he really loves it whenever females have actually bunions. He also asked ladies on Twitter when/if they certainly were having painful surgery on their painful bunions. This led us to find the account of some other journalist whom found an ad that is similar posted months early in the day and who’d taken this thing a step further: she actually had written him an account. From her account, it wasn’t a bad experience, and whom have always been we to evaluate? I recently got weirded out with the prospect of getting to converse with this person.
As it seemed quite definitely for me he didn’t just want a story written (that it appears he would’ve really taken care of) but he wanted that discussion. The lead as much as the final final result had been very much an integral part of the knowledge. I would personally were expected questions regarding my footwear, then my foot, then any defects my foot had. I would personally have now been expected for images. And I also just couldn’t handle that.
Don’t misunderstand me. I’m no prude. I’ve taken a stab at erotica and would again write it. But this simply wasn’t my thing.
At the conclusion of your day, this person wanted a relationship with whomever was writing their stories, even in simply an imaginary way. And you, it is possible to avoid making yourself (or your feet) a person’s fetishistic target to some extent while you can’t control what people think of. It sort of allows you to desire to cover the body in a wool scarf, does not it? Damn, somebody out there’s most likely into that, too.
Thank god i did son’t mention we used to dance and possess real world, non-imaginary (albeit, small) bunions.
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