I met this guy last year. We will call him "Mike". Mike and I seened to hit it off albeit we only went out a couple times. There seemed to be chemistry between us and I thought that maybe we would actually date for awhile and get to know each other better. I was looking forward to it.
I know that there are certain men in our society that are re ally into feet. Some even go so far as to acknowledge they have a fetish. Fine. If that is your thing then fine. I happen to hate my feet because they are horrible and ugly. I don't want anyone looking or touching my feet.
Mike began pressuring me to show him my feet. I refused. I told him that I hated my feet and too leave them alone.
Apparently the feet thing is a real big issue for him because soon after my vehiment protests he started to cool off from me.
I know he really liked me because just the other day he sent me an IM out of the blue telling me he wanted me and all that. I told him he was full of shit because he didn't want me when he could of had me and he told me that my refusal to show him my feet were the reason behind his hasty retreat.
How shallow is that? Am I wrong in thinking this guy is crazy?
Mike...take you feet loving ass somewhere else.
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1 year ago
Labels: Musings, Rants