I have a pair of black Birkenstocks that I've had since 7th grade. [Much like Erin's, as a matter of fact. Only I can't tell if hers have two straps across the top of the foot or three. Mine have two, incidentally. And one across the heel.] My Gram bought them for me on one of my birthday shopping sprees. Only she took me out the following summer, since my birthday's in the fall. She swears by Birks, and so do I. I mean, I've had the same pair for 10 years, for Pete's sake.
Anyway, those are my summer shoes. The soles are worn down. The leather is starting to buckle, probably from years of tromping through puddles during the summers. Or walking through the creek behind my grandparents home. I wear those bad boys as much as I possibly can.
People could probably deduce I'm faithful. That is, if anyone deduces anything from shoes. I have flippies and other summer shoes, but I love my Birks. They're comfortable and they look good with jeans.

In the winter I usually wear what are affectionately called my Hooker Boots�. Much like Erin's [we're shoe soulmates!] they're black, with big-ass heels. Mine go to my knees. I love them 'cuz they're sexyclassycomfortable. [Which, coincidentally, is also a TLC album. (D'oh.)] They go with everything.
People probably deduce that I sell my body for men's sexual pleasure on the corner of Colfax & York.
They wouldn't be far off.