Didn’t mean to open a can of worms here regarding tennis shoes.
Although jeans does not necessarily mean casual. Knits or wool or just about any style of pant can be worn casually.
I’m not saying sneakers with jeans is wrong. Just not something I would be attracted to in an SO. Personally, lately, I prefer combat/ankle boots with jeans and lace up or slip on by Cole or Pliner. Even dress shoes look great with jeans and a blazer. But that’s more of an L.A./Euro look that isn’t prevalent in most of the U.S.
I think a woman looks great in boots in jeans or casual, comfortable black or brown shoes. And very sexy in strappy sandals or pumps.
I have cut off contact with Internet personals contacts for reasons such as:
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Extremely poor grammar
a man with a voice that sounded like a woman’s on the phone
Hands that looked more feminine than mine
Lying about his weight
Lying about his height
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But I should note these guys were not amazing otherwise… however, these were the straws that broke the camel’s back. Note that the liars were dropped for lying, not for being overweight or short.
On the hyjack subject, I never wear athletic shoes with jeans. I wear clogs, sandals, loafers, booties, or boots.
He showed up for a dinner date wearing… Plaid Pants.
Had met him in a bar a few nights before and he seemed normal enough and,
granted, this was in the 80’s, but I was never into the preppy Izod, plaid sort of thing (always have been and still am a work boots or clogs with jeans kind of woman), but these plaid pants were Very Plaid and well, just Hideous.
I never wear sneakers with jeans. Of course, I never wear sneakers unless I’m working out or cutting the grass. ALWAYS heels, be they boots or strappy sandals (or the occasional oxford). Never sneakers.
Not to worry, I’m not offended. I was just genuinely baffled (and still am, frankly). This is the first I’ve heard that sneakers are a no-no with jeans. By and large, “athletic” shoes are athletic in name only – a great many people wear them for non-athletic purposes. Furthermore, men have much less variety to choose from in shoes. I wear cowboy boots with jeans when I go country dancing but they’re not comfortable for extended wear, and I’m not really a loafers kind of guy. Sandals aren’t practical year-round. What else is there? Hiking boots? Combat boots? Now those are “situational only” shoes that look odd with everyday clothes.
I wear tennis shoes with jeans fairly often - but I walk to work, school, the grocery store…everywhere. I don’t want blisters. That doesn’t mean I don’t wear other shoes with jeans (like when I’m actually attempting to be social), but come on.
Anyway, I’ve blown men off for:
Having shoulders that I didn’t feel were broad enough for his height.
Wearing his pants too high - as in above the belly button rather than below.
Mouth breathing
Chewing with mouth open (actually, this is a very good reason and not lame)
I’ve never blown off a girl for truly “lame” or shallow reasons, but back in college, one girl refused to fool around with me in my bedroom because I had a collection of action figures lining the walls, and she felt that dozens of pairs of eyes were watching and judging us.
Or shiny black shoes, such as the man in the middle on this page with his cute black shirt: this look
But, for me, it’s not a priority. My man wears mainly jeans and tennies and gets stressed that he looks ‘funny’ when wearing other types of shoes.
I once refused to date someone because his shirt was all rumpled and looked dirty. At work. I told him that I didn’t feel it would be appropriate to date someone from the office - but this was a lie as I was already casually dating someone from the office.
The messy shirt at work made me wonder if he was into a lifestyle that wouldn’t mesh with mine. I felt bad about judging him on appearance and rejecting him for quit some time, especially when I learned he liked Civ2 a few months later, we would have had lots to talk about…
Lady of the Lake might have just become my favorite female doper for liking Civ2, a game I still play for hours on end.
Oh, my lamest reason? I’ve only ever broken up with one person, and I believe it’s documented on the boards. It just wasn’t a good situation for me. We’ll leave it at that.
He had stinky feet.
Not the kind where you smell them when he took his shoes off.
The kind where he walked into a room and you wondered what that smell was. Then, when he took his shoes off, you would gag.
You’re a guy so that’s kinda different. But, for women, running shoes with jeans have a settled, “soccer mom” look. No woman who pays any attention to fashion would wear that combination. It’s not wrong, but it is an indication of that person’s style. It’s kinda on par with [n]Elmwwod’s** poofy short hair fixation.
But that’s just for regular running shoes. If you get some old school leather 70’s sneakers, that’s OK.
I met a woman on a train going into Manhattan. She was nicely dressed and reading a novel by an author I admire. We chatted and I asked for her number, which she gave me.
I called and we made a date to go out. I got to her house and was she dressed too casually: she was barefoot with those rubber beach clogs (ones where the rubber separates the big toe from the rest). Her toe nails weren’t clean.
Well, I always knew I wasn’t in fashion. My wardrobe would probably give you folks fits. I do wear boots or regular shoes with jeans sometimes, but only on special occasions. If I’m just going to class or hanging out with friends, I wear sneakers.
I am highly amused that jeans with sneakers is both a non-grown-up and a “soccer mom” look. I’m not offended, though, and I’ll shut up now.
I broke up with Michael because when he kissed me, he would come at me sort of tongue first, and start-a-jabbin’ with it. My face would be so wet, I felt like I was in a kissing car wash. We dated about 5 months too long. I can’t imagine he ever got any better.
I broke up with Patrick, well, as a joke. I jokingly told him that I didn’t want to see him anymore, and just as I was about to let him in the joke, he burst into tears and begged me to stay with him. (When I say begged, I mean in a drop to the floor, hands wrenched together as if he were praying sort of begging) Then I had to endure a long story about his heart being broken and about me being the person who had the key to it. His little hissy fit really turned me off and I decided that I really didn’t want to date a melodramatic baby. So, I never told him that it was all a joke.
I broke up with James, because seriously, I could not take another love letter with really bad spelling, even on the easy words, especially easy words like, oh say, my name. I mean really.