Most guys will look directly at your boobs or ass when they first meet you.
Small Bum looked at my feet.
He has a wierd foot fetish. He blatantly told me when we first started seeing each other that he cannot be with a girl with ugly feet.
I have ugly feet.
I did ballet, so my toes are exquisitely crushed into unsightly hammer toes, and I unwittingly got a hold of my mum's razor when I was four years old and shaved my feet, so I have a beautiful fuzzy ridge down the centre of my feet.
He calls me Frodo.
"You don't have the most attractive feet in the world (Peas), but the rest of you makes up for it." I didn't know whether to take this as a compliment or a diplomatic innuendo for 'your feet are fucking ugly.'
So Third World Ant phoned me, whilst I was eating sushi at Chao Thai, and told me to get home because she had bought wax strips and intended on dehairing my Frodo feet. What a mate.
It was fucking painful, where she and her boyfriend took glee in pulling my fuzz from my feet, but now they are smooth, dashing in fact.
I just hope Small Bum realises this isn't going to be a regular regime in my usual grooming mannerisms. Even if he did stroke them lovingly last night.
PS: I feel no guilt over Ex S. At sushi last night, my mate reiterated that "he has been going hammer and tongs pulling people left right and centre." It hurt. I drank lots of wine.
Hairless feet and pounding head.