codehner:Access to any CHP Office is easy. Just walk in the front door. However, getting beyond the front desk is something else. If you know someone who works there, and ask for a tour, that’s the easiest way. Chances are you won’t see the locker room though. Besides, motor officers take their bikes home, so they come and go to work already dressed, Dehners on. Most of the other officers dress at work, and you may see a pair of Danners, Bates, or whatever boot or shoe the officer chooses to wear with his uniform, on top of a locker. The smaller the office, the more things you will see out in the locker room. Since everyone knows one another, the level of trust is higher. But in a big city office, you won’t find that many things just laying out. The gear is too expensive to have someone take it.I can give you all kinds of ideas on how to strike up a conversation, etc., but that’s my advanced seminar. 😉
Last night, I was in Odegaard library in University
Of Washington, until 6 am in the morning and I saw a mid 20 years old guy wearing cowboy boots on the first floor next to the men’s restroom. I remembered I saw him before and walked around him few times in daytime, to take a good look of his boots. I really like his boots. He was using a laptop doing some project, and he was sitting there alone the whole night. I studied a little bit, then I was trying to approach him. However, I am so scared because I never do this in my life. His boots shaft hiding under jeans really attracted me and I really wanted to know what brand are they. At 4 am, I went back upstairs and look up in the zappos.com. I found few pairs of boots that look alike to his. I was going back and forward the stairs to get enough courage to talk to him. After 10 minutes, I stopped thinking what he would think of me and I just bought my laptop with me and asked him where did he get his boots. He didn’t feel weird. And he was so passion with his boots. He even took off his boots to look at the brand of his boots. He really liked his boots and he kept described his boots to me. They are made by Dan Post. It called Dan Post waterproof boots. They are 10 inches. He wears them everyday. He said the boots are really good for the weather in Seattle. (because it’s rain a lot!) They are very broken in and comfy for him. He went to military so he used to wear boots. His wife doesn’t like him take time to lace up his boots everyday. Then he tried to wear sneakers. But he did not like it, so he bought a pair of these cowboy boots in somewhere south of Seattle. It was a great conversations. He was really passion about his boots. He did not tell me his name, neither I. But I know that I want to be him wearing boots every single day in my life.
sadly, no one replied. I guess this is not a good booted story. One time I saw him walking back home at night and I stalked him and I found out he lived in the greek houses area.
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In recent posts there has been discussion of TV shows where boots were prevalent, boots seen in school, boots on bikers, boots on cops, etc. I thought it might be interesting to hear your stories of when you first remember being attracted to boots, turned on by boots, mesmorized by boots, or whatever.
Was it a kid in school wearing harness boots, an actor on TV in cowboy boots, a local cop you saw riding by on his bike wearing Dehners, a biker who always wore engineer boots, a construction crew in their Red Wings, or some other scene or adventure? What got you interested in boots? What turned it from interest to fetish? Let’s hear your stories.
For me, it started when I was in the 6th grade, which would have been in 1955-56… a loooong time ago. We moved to the Junior-Senior High School that year, and I can vividly remember seeing the older guys wearing engineer boots under their rolled up Wrangler jeans. I loved to watch the guys working on their cars near the auto shop, because many of them wore boots. For some unknown reason, those boots were something that really caught my attention.
Then my friend Fred got a pair of engineer boots and I just had to have a pair for myself. Dad told me that if I wanted some special boots, I’d have to get a job, save my money and buy them. I did! I got a paper route delivering the morning paper.
It was a really big day when I walked into Abbott’s store and tried on those engineer boots I’d wanted for so long. I remember walking out of that store with the boots on my feet, proud as a peacock! They probably cost me about $19.95 or so, but that was a lot of money for a guy in 6th grade back then, and I was so happy to have them.
I’ve owned at least one pair of engineer boots ever since then! Of course I now own several pair!
As for boots becoming a fetish, I frequently checked out the pages of the Sears and other catalogs looking at the boots, at my Dad’s magazines where there were often ads for boots in the back section, and the westerns on TV where both the good guys and the bad guys always wore boots. I saved and bought more boots, including a great pair of green rubber boots that I prized and wore even when it wasn’t wet or snowy, and a nice pair of Wellingtons for when I dressed up. Luckily, my parents had no objections to me wearing boots.
I continued to wear boots all through high school and college and when I got out in the world working for a living… and I’ve never stopped.
The HOT BOOTS web site is just an added part of my boot experiences, one that I’m happy so many of you enjoy so much.
Posted by rafe (other posts) on January 31, 2007 at 17:53:51:
I had not yet checked BOL yesterday when I was preparing to run some errands. Here is my report on wearing my boots in public.
It was early (for me). I had to take the trash and recycle barrel to the road by 7:00 and then take my car for servicing by 8:00. I wanted to warm the engine so I could point out the problem to the service manager. The jeans were lying there ready to go and the 20″ Wesco Engineer Boots were close to the bed. Just one small problem- the legs on these jeans were not big enough to go down over the boots. No problem, I’ll wear them tucked in.
In order not to wake my wife, I carried socks and boots downstairs. I had just a little trouble getting them on as the feet kept moving around. Memo to self: all future Wesco boots will have leather lining. My Wesco Harness Boots (dark brown) and Wesco Boss (redwood) with Harness Straps rather than instep buckle and strap are both lined and I really like them that way.
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Posted by Tallshine (other posts) on January 30, 2007 at 20:42:36:
Okay…class dismissed. Your assignment for today is to pull on your favorite pair of knee-high or taller boots (pants tucked in, of course) and go out into the world. Take note of the reactions of those around you and write a 500 word essay on what you observed. Have it on my desk by tomorrow afternoon… and remember, penmanship counts.
I know that he laid down the challenge in jest, but I decided to take him quite literally and here is my 500 word essay.
From my name used here (Tallshine), you’d surely think that I have no hangups about wearing boots proudly (pants tucked in, of course). In fact I do! That isn’t to say I never wear my boots like that, but I have to talk myself into it and build up my courage. Alright boys, I know that sounds silly to those of you without the hangup, but it’s a fact! I’ve got some really nice boots in my collection (which I’ve shared here a number of times), but people out there usually just see the bottom 4 inches.
A little break from that today!
The boots are 19″ Austin Halls, which I wore to my office/professional job “safely hidden” under my jeans. After work, I made the superman switch in my virtual phonebooth (my car), taking the time to fold jean bottoms into socks and pulling on my boots. For me that was a moment of reckoning. I’d made my commitment to “go out into the world”, and my heart rate increased noticeably. Yes. It really did. That is how the public exhibition of my secret passion affects me.
Stop One I’m a serious bicyclist (ooops no boots there!) and my first stop was to get some chain cleaner and oil at the bike shop. It’s January, and obviously not a busy season for a bike shop. When I walked in the door, there was me looking at the guy behind the counter, and the guy behind the counter looking at me. He did two “head bounces” to get a good look at my boots, then, naturally, asked me how he could help me. We talked about the pros and cons of their line of chain lubes, and I did have a chance to check out his boots behind the counter: pull-on roper style boots with a beige colored rubber-like sole and heel. Rather sensible “on your feet all day” boots, but boots none the less. Once again I did not die!
Stop Two Lowe’s for some hardware. If anyone did a double-take at my choice of clothing, I was hard pressed to see it. I’m quite self-conscious when wear my boots out like that, so I have to try hard to be myself, and not actually look for reactions. They may have been there. Who knows? And as some of my fellow bootmen here say: Who Cares? (Answer: I guess I do if I’m so uptight about it.)
Stop Three The grocery store. I went off to get a handful of things in produce, dairy, and frozen foods. I determined there would be no hiding behind a shopping cart for this outing! And the result was pretty much the same as at Lowes. I was just as invisible as I would have been in jeans and tenny runners.
Stop Four An important disclosure, if you have read this far! I am straight. Not unrelated to that, I’ve long had a silly fantasy that wearing boots proudly (pants tucked in, of course), while getting a haircut would be a pretty sexy thing to do. I get haircuts frequently. For good grooming, of course, but really because I like having the personal attention from the good looking young women at Great Clips. So on this outing I suddenly decided I needed a haircut. The boots got an admiring(?) glance from a guy waiting while I waited. I can’t say that my hair dresser paid much attention. The conversation certainly didn’t go that way. But I did enjoy the flourish at the end. After she pulled off the drape cloth, she bent over slightly, and blew off the non-existant hair clippings from my boots with her hair dryer! I can’t remember that ever happening while wearing athletic shoes.
If you are still reading, I hope you enjoyed the silliness of my hangups.
Bootpup, what’s my grade?