Nerd Shoes

I have a pair of simple tennis shoes that I bought for the single purpose of wearing in the office. They’re about a year old, now, and since I only wear them in the office — not in the yard, on a walk, or anywhere else — they’re still in new-looking condition.

I thought they looked neat. They’re basic white and black, so they can go with jeans and just about any shirt. I don’t love them, but I like them just fine. Cowgrit thinks they look nerdy, and she calls them my “nerd shoes.”

Now, I admit that I have some strong geek qualities (I embrace my geekiness). I’ve also usually thought of myself as a nerd, although I’ve never really dressed that part. I never thought these shoes looked nerdy or made me look nerdy.

But then I was at a local high school for a few minutes, while wearing a t-shirt, jeans, and these shoes. A group of teenagers walked past me, and I noted their dress. These kids were dressed better, more sanely, than many teenagers I’ve seen, and I didn’t look too different. Except for my shoes. I immediately noticed how my bright white shoes stood out among the crowd. I was the nerdy old guy. I hung my head in embarrassment.

I will concede to Cowgrit’s fashion wisdom, and I will get some new shoes. I’ll go back to my tried and true Nike brand. I’ve worn Nike’s for as long as I can remember, except for one year when Reeboks were the style, back in the late 80s. These nerd shoes were just the second non-Nike sneakers I had ever bought. They’re not even cheap knock-offs — they’re Champion brand.

Cowgrit tried to save me from my own fashion-stupid self, but I didn’t listen. I usually take her advice on any and every thing I wear, but this time I ignored her. And I walked around for a year looking like a nerd. At least she still hung with me. She loves her nerd.

Bullgrit
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