“What man doesn't have dress socks and shoes?" he asks pointedly. "You wanna grow up to be a hobo?”

“Do you consider shoes unhealthy?" he asked, surveying the socks with respectful interest”

“I told him your loins were clearly burning, and he should man up and make a move.""You did not!""I did. And if he doesn't, then I suggest you jump his bones."...I finally register what he's wearing. It's a handsome skinny black suit with a shiny sheen. The pants are too short - on purpose, of course - exposing his usual pointy shoes and a pair of blue socks that match my dress exactly.And I totally want to jump him.”

“Why they don’t wanna walk in my shoes, I ask them to come out of their shoes and walk the world in mine and then judge me.”

“What Is love? When I was growing up on the streets of Tijuana, I dreamed of being in love. My clothes were old, my pants worn, street water passed through my shoes and socks, but the stars still shined through my soul...”

“Do you have any idea how hard it is to walk through the woods in a dress and heels?!”“So take them off…..”“What?” I question him, confused.“Well, not the dress obviously….unless you want to. I won’t object,” he smirks.“The shoes. Take off your shoes.”