Yeah, I’m a bit bigger than 11 (12 ? I wear flipflops mostly, even in winter, so don’t worry ‘bout shoes). My 4’11 1/2” former fiancee had huge feet for her size, about size 9, IIRC. She, thankfully, did not have a big pecker. I remember my cousin, whose boyfriend at the time was over 6 feet tall and he had these tiny little shoes that I roasted him over. What was worse was that I got huge feet early, before puberty set in, so large were my feet and shoes that the kids would poke me that it looked like I wore full-grown adult combat boots (they were just Reebok high-tops).
We went to Mesa Verde in the summer (back in the ‘90s). Crowded as hell, but we stayed for 2 nights on the mesa top in a lodge. Some places I couldn’t climb the ladder because of my huge feet. I had to go up to some ranger to tell him and he looked at me and couldn’t tell what was wrong... pointed to my feet and he rolled his eyes, “Oh, jeez.” I think I’m part monkey or something, some of my toes are longer than some of my fingers. I just can’t climb like ‘em.
The Mirth-mobile!
The solution was apparent - you should have laced your shoes together, hung them around your neck and let those amazing feet and toes do what evolution intended of them.
Don’t feel bad. I thought the hot chick at Red Cross camp would respect me more if I “respected her boundaries”. Of course, her friend HAD to tell me she was disappointed I never made the move - while we were getting on the buses home.
While I was at camp one of my “friends” was knocking up my steady, which she tried to put on me. Calenders are our friends.
My point is that we have to get over and learn from the traumas of our youth or be forever caught in a loop of “what if”.