I don't even really like to call my obsession an obsession, I just can't think of a better word.
Here's an example...
I was at a Seafood Festival this weekend, me and my little man were standing on line for a dreaded port-a-potty. I noticed a man walk up behind me with his son, I looked back and noticed that he was fucking HAWWT!!! Damn!. Yes, I have a boyfriend of 12 years, but I can admire the opposite sex.
After, I examined his beautiful, flawless face, my eyes follow the length of his body to his feet. Lucky for me he was wearing flip flops. I was freaking flabbergasted by what I saw. His toes were funkified, one of his toes was curled up like a cobra, I thought that sucker was about to attack me. A damn shame, I had to stop looking at the hot guy, his feet ruined it for me.
|Okay, they didn't look like this.|
But, they could have.
So there you have it, whenever I meet anyone new, I have to see what their feet look like. I obviously don't ask them to remove their shoes so I can take a peek, but if they are out in plain view, I will look.
Chris and I had been dating a week or so, one day he asked me to come over to his house after he got off work.
I personally, thought he was handsome enough, but I had yet to see his feet.
I showed up at his house and rang the doorbell, he answered the door still in his work uniform and I looked down and saw bare feet. Oh my, take me now! He has the most beautiful feet. His toes are perfectly placed and asymmetrical. His toenails were clean and well groomed. I do believe that was the moment I fell in love with him and I wanted him to be the father of my future children.
I've always hated my feet, my Mom had the ugliest feet I've ever seen. My feet don't look exactly like her's, but I do see some similarity. I don't like my feet they are somehow long and wide. My toes are skinny. ICK!
So, this maybe the reason why I check out everyone else's feet. Who knows.. I'm not a shrink.
Anyway, I was in ICU after giving birth to my daughter (I had major problems with my C-section) I woke up and saw Chris sitting beside me. After dry heaving for 5 minutes, I asked Chris.
"Who's feet does she have?"
Chris smiled knowing why I asked this question, "She has your feet."
"NO!! What the Fuck." I screamed, getting the attention of all the nurses.
I immediately started to cry.
"I'm just kidding babe, she has my feet." Chris confessed.
"Oh Thank God, and this is not the time to joke about important stuff." I sniffed.
C'mon on you guys, I did get to see her after she was born for an second, I knew she had all of her fingers, but yeah, I wasn't sure about the toes.
FYI.. both my kids have Chris' feet! YAY!!
Feet can tell a lot about a person, if they are well groomed and cleaned. That's all I usually look for but, come to find out there is more to it. My friend Tasha @ New English Mum in America sent me this article.
Check it out and see what your feet say about you.
Feet reveal the secrets of your character
Thanks for reading.
|My babies piggies.|