I know that I will never attend the Ascot Opening Day. I know that the queen will not have me to tea at Buckingham Palace. I also know that I will never dance a quadrille in the ballroom of dazzling manor house. I also know that I will not carry a reticule anytime in the near future. I will miss so much in life. Alas, I will survive.
Why you may wonder do I think of such things? Today I think of such things due to Moon Doggie. She knows who she is. I have a fascination with the regency period. When you get past poverty, the class system, the privileged set, war, inept government and lack of basic morality it was a great time. I wanted to add this so that you will not think me daft in being fascinated with this time period.
Back to M.D. okay so as you may already know I like men. Not just for the obvious reasons… changing the oil, getting the brakes checked, killing hefty arachnids, taking the garbage out and starting my car on cold mornings... Yes, there is the physical too. I do have this rather peculiar penchant. I have this thing for boots. Yes, boots. I am not talking cowboy boots. For those of you who are more outgoing in frame of mind I am not referring to riding crops!
This all started with Mr. Darcy in numerous movies and literature. He is deceptively charming, dark and brooding (but not a bad boy), intelligent and quit handsome. Did I mention that he has a vast fortune? That is an added benefit but not necessary to his appeal.
What he did have that turns my head… Hessian Boots.
For those of you who are unaware of such a boot a brief description: Hessian boots became popular in the 18th century. This style was first used as standard issue footwear for the military officers. The boots become popular after Wellingtons victory to the general public. The boots had a low heel and a slightly pointed toe. Now put that with a pair of breeches, a cut away coat a crisp linen shirt and a well tied cravat and you have something there. I am not speaking of a Beau Brummell I do not admire a dandy.
It seems odd to me that I do not have a fantasy about a man in a double-breasted suit. I will meditate on that issue and maybe I will share the answer. Moon Doggie has assisted me in holding onto a visual that is etched into my mind. I have tried for sometime to rid myself of it but have failed again and again. It is the equivalent to Mr. Darcy in the new millennium.
This image first requires blue jeans. Some men just look really great in jeans some don’t but those who do cause women to sizzle and melt. Sigh… Then a high-quality egyptian cotton dress shirt well pressed and untucked... Hair slightly tousled and then the boots. Add to that a slightly devious smile and I am his without question.
The conundrum…where is such a man? Will he recognize the fact that he is such a man? How do you get him to wear the boots? How do you even work boots into conversation? I can state you look really hot in those jeans but how do you work in boots? Ugh, why can’t I just have some simple fantasy that does not require out of date foot wear, regency novels and a need to be esthetically pleasing. No wonder I do not date much.
How does M.D. keep this image in the front of my mind? She sends me e-mails with photos of boots, mentions boots in I.M's and mentions men who look really good in jeans. I am not sure if she is a friend or just a master at torture. What is life without an unattainable fantasy?
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