Shoe Fetish

Time: Midnight
Date: Friday 4 March
Outfit: Jeans, shirt and purple high heels
Location: Big Chill (club), Kings Cross

This week had been relatively quiet (minus a number of clicks and whistles, from different men on different occasions - why do they think that is attractive?). Quiet, that is, until Friday night.

One of us was out clubbing in Kings Cross. A man waved at me from across the room, but I ignored it. Later, when I went to the toilet, he was waiting there for me. He grabbed my hand, kissed me and asked me my name - slightly weird, but I told him and then asked if he would mind letting me go to the loo. With a bit of trepidation, I left the ladies after I was done and, lo and behold, he was still there waiting for me. He grabbed my hand again and asked if I had a boyfriend. I said yes - not true, but it seemed like the only way of getting rid of him. He sighed a little, but handed me a pre-prepared note and asked me to read it later.

I popped it in my back pocket, thinking that I would just try and get away as quickly as possible, to rejoin my friends and continue having fun. I completely forgot about the note.

Later on (he's persistent isn't he?) he came over to me again to get my reaction on the note. I admitted that I hadn't read it and he simply said "well, I'd love to buy some shoes for you sometime. Let me know if you want to go shopping".

After he left I looked at his note which read: "Edward, ***mobile number***, I love your shoes" and, on the other side "Shopping together?"

Very, very strange approach. And not remotely attractive. Slightly concerning how interested he was in shoes...