For years my friends and I frequented an eatery by work. It's a well known chain where you can buy sandwiches and the Like.
One day I went in and the man behind the counter said, "Nice shoes."
"Thanks," I said, and my day was a little brighter.
Soon after, I frequented the establishment again.
"Nice shoes," the same counterman said. "Huh," I thought, "These are different shoes."
One day I went with Hot Mom and Friend #3. Hot Mom got the nice counterman; I did not. While we were waiting for our food, #3 asked Hot Mom, "So?"
"Of course," Hot Mom said casually, "I'm wearing my boots."
In response to my puzzled face #3 explained, "There's this guy here who has a thing about shoes."
I was proud to announce that I was in the shoe club as well.
As it turns out, everyone is in the shoe club. If you are a woman, and you are wearing shoes, you get "Nice shoes." One woman at the old office was sufficiently skeeved to complain to his management.
That was years ago, though. I went back to the old haunt for lunch today.
"Nice earrings," he told me. Evidently he's been closeted or he's experimenting with new interests.