Men and Manolos : Love and Relationships in the Heels of a Hopeless Romantic by @AlyssaManolo #Excerpt

Men and Manolos: Love and Relationships In The Heels of A Hopeless Romantic


Publication:  Nov. 7, 2013
ASIN:  B00GNRURI4
Length:  109 pages
Genre:  Women’s Biography, Memoir, Emotional Healing, Dating


Blurb: 
 
 No one walks into a relationship without the proper footing… In a collection of original essays drawn from her open ended and inquisitive relationship column “Sex and the Chester,” Alyssa Velazquez explores a twenty-first century world dominated by proverbial singles, foreign and domestic affairs, and emotional recall relationships. In her intensely personal memoir of unscripted cute meets, dates that should have never happened, and affairs to forget Velazquez searches through her past for wisdom, perspective, and advice on the survival of a hopeless romantic. Following familiar scenarios through her never ending, often time predictable search for love in flats, sneakers, rain boots, and even a pair of Manolos her electric honesty makes us contemplate if maybe the key to the “mating ritual” is all in our shoes.

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Excerpt from Star Crossed Heels 

 The longer I fought to stay asleep, the lengthier my inner monologue became and in the end my parting realization to me, myself, and I was it was because of the shoes. 

They were those strappy black gladiator heels that buckle around your ankle twice and leave safety at home. In those shoes I felt powerful, dangerous, and on the brink of a close encounter. 

That’s the tricky thing with heels. Once you have them on you spend the rest of your time wearing them focused on walking in a straight line, a parallel view of the world in alignment with your feet. You never think to look around or behind your footwear to see that your frontal trajectory may have lead you to a destination you never intended on arriving. Or at least one that you will never admit to yourself that you wanted. 

Two days passed and against the code of behavior for any basic noncommittal hookup, I texted Romeo. I wanted to say I was sorry for getting him mixed up in affairs that I didn’t know existed and that I believed he might have gotten the wrong impression. Several lengthy texts later I became curious. I knew my motives, but what had been his? Had they been as methodic as my footwear selection revealed mine to be? Had we been purposely trying to lose all those around us, to gain one close companion? So I asked, “Why did you kiss me?”…

 

Living in New Jersey, Alyssa Velazquez currently works as a barista while daydreaming of mastering latte art. The product of liberal arts education, she has worked in D.C., Maryland, and Philadelphia as a conservation apprentice, production design intern, living history actor, and most recently a free-lance writer for The Women’s History Magazine and the Secretaries of Juliet Newsletter: Il Giornal de’Juilette.

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