Do anybody want to tell about when you first visited a friend barefoot in adult age? What did you think? What happened? Is it different if it´s a male or female friend?
I go think about this every time it happens, even if it's a new customer, not just a friend. What seems to matter is the time of year. And the temperature. People seem to subconsciously mentally calculate a sort of "appropriateness factor" based on conditions outside. Obviously, even in Maine, a first visit in July is unlikely to draw even a glance. By October, bf would elicit a comment, but my shorts still wouldn't. By January, my shorts often will. I'm unlikely to be bf then because of my own appropriateness factor! I watch peoples' faces and I know this quick appropriateness calculation goes on.
When I met my girlfriend for the first time, we both were barefoot. It was nice. That helped me relax better.
That is so cool! I am barefoot so often, it is no big deal to me. However, it does attract all sorts of comments. I get everything from the wonderfully supportative to the prejudical comments of the shod population.
I did this once and this bub told me not to dare coming into his home barefoot again, and this was likely my best friend at the time. One of the last times I saw him he told me he'd like to shoot people like me when they're still far away. He was meaning hippies. He didnt expect me to have such an abrupt metamorphosis, I suppose (nor me, to be true ) . Since then we hardly talk each other. Shitty friends I have, huh?
Thank´s for all response. I think for many people it´s a hard thing to do. But for me it turned out in a good way. I remember when I first went barefoot to a friend.To this point I had kept this going barefoot for my self for quite a while. I felt quite shy. I had not been barefoot where some one knew me. Mostly around the beach and a little far away places and then I put shoes on when I drove home. Sometimes I had said no thanks to meet people because I wanted to be barefoot but were too shy and went somewhere else on my own. It felt as a limited life. As time went on I got more self confident. I had gotten more used to going barefoot. Nothing really bad had happened me when barefoot. One saturday morning a friend of mine called and told me to drop in for coffe or something at his place if I wanted. Previously I think I had said -Thanks but I have other plans for today. This day I said -I´m going to the beach now, but this afternoon I would be glad to meet you. On the way back to my friend, I began to get nervous. Big time! But I forced my self to think about that nothing bad could happen. In Sweden we don´t wear shoes in our homes and I had seen my friend sometimes barefoot indoors but never outside of the house. What could really a good friend do to me? I told my self to just go for it. It was a hot day so it helped me. It´s more natural to dress casual then. I also actually where on my way home from the beach. I had shorts and t-shirt on. And when he opened the door the first thing he said were:Ohh, summer dressed! And ten seconds later: That going barefoot it´s just so summer casual. I used to go barefoot a lot as a kid. He were barefoot that moment he opened the door. Shortly after he said that he were invited to a person that were a common friend of us later that afternoon and I could join if I wanted. I said yes. We drank our coffe and made us ready to go to the third friend. I became nervous again. I didn´t fancy going barefoot to a new place again. The third friend lived just a few blocks away so we chose to walk. My friend looked funny for some seconds at my feet and his feet and at his shoes and at my feet again. And then he said: - For Gods sake, it´s hot today, let´s go barefoot. The third friend didn´t say anything when we arrived.
Something I've noticed too! Although interestingly enough, I find that it is almost exactly reversed when it's someone that I don't know, or don't know very well. In those cases, it's almost always guys who bring attention to my feet, and women who choose not to comment. I know I wish it worked the same in both scenarios - I like getting women to comment on my feet.
i find women's comments at worst exhilarating , while their male counterparts often are a call to riot. well, me and some others were making friends with this bunch of girls met by night on the beach , alluring them with the pot we didnt have when one noticed oh DEAR you ve got NO SHOES!!! and another sarcastic one: in change ya have a LOT of TOE RINGS (itwas true, 5 at that time). anyway women are generally way less annoying than men thats why i love them...
