On a lark, I listed some dirty, old shoes on eBay last summer. Years ago, my collection of shoes hit the 130 mark, and I just don’t have the room (or energy) to love and appreciate most of them anymore. I had heard that it’s possible to make hundreds of bucks on eBay selling used shoes to fetishists, so I figured, hey, why not give it a whirl. I artfully crafted a few listings and crossed my fingers. I mean, I love shoes, shoe fetishists love shoes… boom, instant camaraderie and cash. After all, we’d be looking out for each others’ best interests in a sorta-kinda-almost perverted mutualism, right?
Wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong.
I wanted to make a few bucks, and they wanted to get off as soon as possible, then make a break for it before any dollars actually changed hands. That’s not to say I didn’t make a friend or two; I did. A few men were delightful, respectful, and genuinely pleasant. The rest of them, however, were either a rude-aggressive or rude-flighty flavor. In the end, my naiveté to trust that strangers would do the right thing is what doomed my fate.