By Any Other Name They Would Still Stink
I promised not to freak out. And really, I have been very open-minded about it. After all, I pride myself on being a very understanding person. Nothing much surprises me. But for all that, I have to confess, I am just a little bit bothered by it.
This guy I've just met has told me that there is one part of a woman that fascinates him most.
It's feet.
At first I was bemused, even sympathetic, after all, why should one body part be less sexy than another?
But then I looked at my largish feet with little hairs sprouting from my toes and less than savoury undersides...and I didn't want to show him my feet.
I've always felt secure about my feet because they're not expected to be attractive. They're broadly assumed to be the odd-looking and fairly aromatic appendages that are best kept away from food, noses and eyes. And yet, someone that I am attracted to thought very differently about that.
I tried to imagine being with this guy and I couldn't help feel a pang of disappointment would come when the body parts which I consider worth considerable appreciation be passed over in his thirst to see my voluptuous toes.
Would the rest of my body feel an odd limbic jealousy of my feet? I think they would. I think the other parts of my anatomy would be crying out for adoration and screaming, 'This is not natural! Feet are merely the pedestals for the grandeur suspended above!'.
Would I be able to stand the pressure? Could I maintain my feet to the pedicured and parfumed standard that a foot fetishist might demand? Could I possibly avoid chipped nail polish? How can I erase thong-shaped tan lines?
I'm going to tell him that I'm saving my feet for a vow of lifelong devotion so he'll have to demonstrate his appreciation of all attributes before I even consider unveiling so much as a pinkie to him. And, if my feet prove to to be to his satisfaction then maybe I can grow to appreciate his tastes.
After all, who doesn't love a good foot rub?Your text goes here
This guy I've just met has told me that there is one part of a woman that fascinates him most.
It's feet.
At first I was bemused, even sympathetic, after all, why should one body part be less sexy than another?
But then I looked at my largish feet with little hairs sprouting from my toes and less than savoury undersides...and I didn't want to show him my feet.
I've always felt secure about my feet because they're not expected to be attractive. They're broadly assumed to be the odd-looking and fairly aromatic appendages that are best kept away from food, noses and eyes. And yet, someone that I am attracted to thought very differently about that.
I tried to imagine being with this guy and I couldn't help feel a pang of disappointment would come when the body parts which I consider worth considerable appreciation be passed over in his thirst to see my voluptuous toes.
Would the rest of my body feel an odd limbic jealousy of my feet? I think they would. I think the other parts of my anatomy would be crying out for adoration and screaming, 'This is not natural! Feet are merely the pedestals for the grandeur suspended above!'.
Would I be able to stand the pressure? Could I maintain my feet to the pedicured and parfumed standard that a foot fetishist might demand? Could I possibly avoid chipped nail polish? How can I erase thong-shaped tan lines?
I'm going to tell him that I'm saving my feet for a vow of lifelong devotion so he'll have to demonstrate his appreciation of all attributes before I even consider unveiling so much as a pinkie to him. And, if my feet prove to to be to his satisfaction then maybe I can grow to appreciate his tastes.
After all, who doesn't love a good foot rub?Your text goes here
