A long-time friend was going through a financial rut and decided to go back to go-go dancing. One day, she brought over an extra pair of heels and tried to teach me how to walk in them. She effortlessly twisted around in circles, demonstrating what was, apparently, easy. When it was my turn to try, my ankles wobbled, my stance was stiff and uncertain and I felt like an enormous gangly stork. My type of sexy has always come strongly accented with tom-boy tones. I'm just not cut out for it. Just as well. I'm pretty tall already, hooker heels look kind of ridiculous on me.