Something must be in the air here in Minnesota. I met a nice man outside a restaurant last
night. Here is our conversation.
“Hey girl, you look nice.
Good thing you are wearing those nice boots, it is cold out!”
::Follows me into the breezeway, still smoking his
cigarette::“Girl, what’s your name, my name is Dion.”
“Hi, I’m Megan.”
“Well Megan, what size feet you got in them boots?”
“Nine’s.”
“Are they a wide nine, or really narrow?”
“Regular, I guess.”
“I bet you have those nice toes that are all the same length
too.”
“Um, I think one is actually longer than the others.”
“mmmhmmm. I bet they are painted a really pretty pink too.”
“Actually, they are.”
“Well Megan, you enjoy your night and thank you for wearing
those boots.”
Do you think he has a foot fetish?
