Despite all my wishes to the contrary, I am still naive.
To prove my point, witness my stupidity the other day whilst outside on my break.
I push open the doors, heading towards my usual spot by the air exchanger for the building where occasional warmth can be blown over me by the constant wind downtown.
"Nice shoes," says the man on the bus stop bench.
I have seen him before...he wears shorts even in 40 degree weather, has an Aussie-style cowboy hat with chin-strap, and a large salt and pepper beard. Almost infallibly he compliments me on my shoes, whenever I see him.
The past couple of times I've entertained the thought that maybe I know this man. He looks sorta like a fellow Minnesota blogger I follow and I've thought about asking him to confirm this.
Who knows? Maybe he IS that blogger and compliments my shoes because he knows I follow him? Although I do wear kick ass shoes...
For whatever reason, I decide that today is a good day to gain confirmation (or denial) of my supposition.
I approach him cautiously.
"Are you so-and-so? You look just like a blogger I follow..."
He shakes his head and says no.
"Oh okay, you look a lot like him!" and I start to walk away, which in hindsight was very smart, however dumb I was just a minute ago to approach him in the first place.
"Nope, but would you like a foot massage?" he says in return.
ACK!
When will I learn?
No matter how kickass my shoes are, the only men who are going to compliment me constantly on my footwear are gay men and people with a foot fetish.
And so I shut my mouth, shook my head vigorously, and proceeded to walk away in my kick-ass black zipper ankle booties as fast as the high heels would allow.
8 comments:
That's just creepy. You need to hire a ninja. That wau if he tries a line again, said ninja can appear out of nowhere and beat him down. Lesson learned, ninja will then return to the shadows. It's a pretty fool proof plan.
Yeah...but now you know he only wants you for your feet..
When I think about it though, theres lots more worse things he could have said?
Hye now...of all the creeps who could stalk your office he chose YOU to approach. You much have nice feet and if anyone was an expert it was him. You should have taken his card. You neven know.
Now, you knew. He was a mental patient. Propably would have licked your toes and bit one off.
WHAT? I am a writer - that is where our minds go.
OMG - that's too creepy. It would have been even worse if it HAD been the guy you follow on your RSS.
Ack and ick.
TS--Sadly, ninjas are a lot harder to come by than you'd think...
Tempo--I shudder to think of worse things.
Cal--Icky. Icky. Icky! I am SO not a feet person.
Deborah--I might've had to unfollow if that were the case...I do have some boundaries!
Oh my...well, like you, I find myself in these kind of circumstances constantly b/c I am friendly and outgoing...and naive...
Wow, what a creeper.
Is there a female version of this foot Fetish? I'm thinking not.
I Wonder--It certainly makes for an interesting life!
Semaj--Good question, I somehow doubt it as well. I just can't see an equivalent either.
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