Digging Into The Archives

In my last post, I believe I referenced that dating can sometimes be a feast or famine proposition...downpour or drought. Again, I am certain you get the idea. But, since I am still pretty thirsty from this drought, I am digging into the archives to share one of my more interesting little anecdotes from my online dating shenanigans.

I have not typed this one out yet for all to read because I really want to keep this blog PG-13. So, I will let you put two and two together on this one and hope you come up with four.

Well over a year ago I met Greg. Not quite 30, lived in his parent's guest house and, oh yeah...had a fetish.

Dictionary.com (why would I walk all the way upstairs to get an actual dictionary when I can access one without moving an inch?) describes a fetish as the following:

1. an object regarded with awe as being the embodiment or habitation of a potent spirit or as having magical potency.
2. any object, idea, etc., eliciting unquestioning reverence, respect, or devotion: to make a fetish of high grades.
3. Psychology. any object or nongenital part of the body that causes a habitual erotic response or fixation.

Um, yeah, I am referring to # 3...start adding, people.

When Greg and I started hanging out, we had a blast. He was easy to talk to, super nice and funny. After a couple of weeks he came over to hang out and watch a movie. He asked me if I wanted a foot rub. I was impressed and totally pleasantly surprised! So, I got a heavenly foot rub while (almost) finishing the rest of the movie. Ahem.

You've heard that if something seems too good to be true, it usually is? Yup. Nothing's changed on that one, folks.

Greg and I continue to get to know one another better. He learns more about my childhood and how I made the transition from the corporate world into the teaching field. And I learn that he has a foot fetish. Say what?

Yep, Greg had a foot fetish. Between learning from him, the Internet and the solicited input of others, I found out exactly what that meant. I hope you are still doing your own adding here, people, because I am not going to (literally) spell it out for you.

No judgement whatsoever to Greg or those out there in the world with a fetish. To each their own..really and truly! I simply learned that I don't think the fetish thing is for me and my potential mate.

So, Greg and I eventually parted ways and I sit here many moons later to add this story to my "adventures." Some of you near and dear to me reading this may have a fetish (or two!) of your own...please don't throw garbage or heavy objects at me next time we cross paths. I love having you in my life...I just don't want to date you! :-)