When we were kids we all had to keep our shoes clean - and I always knew when my dad was headed out for the evening because he would polish his shoes. Then - of course - my time in Her Maj's Army re-inforced the highly polished shoes thing. If I go on a date and the chap is wearing crappy or dirty or ugly shoes - well - it just doesn't work for me.
Fifi knows this quirk of mine - and whilst out the other evening she sent me this picture. She spotted the chap on my behalf - just from the ankle down.
She gave him my phone number - and the resulting phone call this afternoon has resulted in a dinner date for Wednesday.
I have no idea what he looks like - but I do like his shoes. So we're off to a good start then....