Important and secret chick information that I share with you because you are a good friend and we went to the same high school: We keep and read instruction manuals.
If you can figure out the walking in heels thing, I would appreciate that information in return.
My wife does not count herself in that group. Had I been there eleven years ago, I would have done so (that's how I can figure out my truck's radio) and thus wouldn't be in the odd situation of having a car clock that is correct only part of the year.
Walking in heels? Easy peasy. Stretch your calf muscles in the beginning, learn to lean back slightly until it is an instinct, balance on the balls of your feet and make friends with a good podiatrist.
I learned from a stripper, so I know I learned from the best. But I never got to the master's level, where she would have taught me the secrets of standing and walking in ballet boots. I have enough trouble SITTING in the damn things!
Anytime you genetic ladies (or closet crossdressers) want to moan about how your feet hurt in three or four inch heels, just imagine doing three sets (about fifteen minutes) on a stage, wearing ballet-toed boots, energetically dancing to rock music with dozens of drooling guys waving dollar bills at you. And you have to SMILE while dong it too!
