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Wednesday 4/14/2010 - Wierd People


Ok, so @ 40 years old... I battle a slow metabolism, fine lines/wrinkles, dry skin, brittle hair, thin fingernails and several other body changes...BUT here is something that I never expected as part of the feminine aging process... by some act of God (or maybe Lucifer)...of all body parts, my feet have grown sexier!!!
How absolutely ridiculous is that!
Crazy, but true. It wasn't until Autumn 2008 at a major city Amtrak Station...a complete stranger approached me and began to verbally compliment my "fine, beautiful feet".... then it happened again months later (new admirer)while bargain shopping at our local Flea Market... then yet again (3rd stranger) while getting groceries at Walmart!!! I am never quite sure what the politically correct thing is to say... outside of "thank you"...but I usually aim for a quick get away!
What odd creatures people can be... foot fetishes and all:-)

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  1. Maybe not foot fetishes! Maybe just noticing an obviously beautiful part of human anatomy to them? There have been times when I have noticed something about someone that I thought was quite attractive that others may not have noticed. But I usually do not voice my appreciation due to a fear of being too forward or people getting the wrong idea of my motivation for noticing. We can never tell what is anyone else's head; good or bad. Therefore I agree that one must be cautious in today's world while remaining polite. You always make me smile!

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