When she doesn't know what she's doing
Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2011 9:32 pm
This is a very strong example of a foot fetishist completely misreading what seemed like VERY obvious signals. This is a 100% true account.
I was at the airport yesterday waiting for a flight that was delayed for 3 hours when a girl walked past me where I was sitting. She was wearing a short black and white striped summer dress and cute black open toed flats with a black bow over the top where the toes begin. Her legs were bare and her toes were a well-painted solid red. I looked at her as she passed, she looked at me, then looked away.
She sat down some seats away from me but in full view of me. This was coincidence. She sat with an older lady who was sleeping. That's when it started. I would glance at her every now and then and she would glance at me. She was playing with her shoes ferociously. She dangled, she dropped. She crossed her bare-footed legs over one another and flexed her toes. The whole time I was staring, and I don't usually do that. She saw me staring a number of times. I alternated my glance between her eyes and directly at her feet. She even stroked the leg of an adjacent chair with her bare foot at one point. She knew I was looking at her and she kept on shoeplaying like no one I'd ever seen.
I have to emphasize these points. The amount of shoeplay this girl was doing mirrored what we all see in those amateur fetish videos, videos that are sometimes paid for. We met each other's glances several times. My heart was racing. I was 100% convinced she knew what she was doing and that I was dealing with a bona fide female foot seductionist.
I was getting frustrated that I couldn't find the opportunity to go and talk to her. I coyly got her attention by writing in my notebook in black marker "Hi." "You are very pretty." and "Walk? Talk?" as I displayed it across the way from her. She smiled and nodded. I motioned for us to go down the hallway.
Now, friends, I thought it was in the bag at this point. Everything was ridiculously obvious, frighteningly so. I'm not one who thinks easily that a woman knows men are watching her feet. In fact, I think people jump to this conclusion far too often. But this girl was doing things right out of fetishist porn. I thought this was it. 100%.
But I was wrong. The girl was Russian and spoke about 5 words of English. I struggled to have a conversation with her and deduce intentions. I thought with the display she was giving, she would know I would be physically aroused but the types of things we managed to slowly talk about were all standard, safe, innocent "get to know you" questions. It wasn't the hookup situation I thought it was going to be. I complimented her, complimented her shoes, she smiled, but things went painfully slow. I was even forward enough to put my arm around her as we walked to test the waters but she squirmed away. She was interested in me, yes, but not enough to have an impromptu sexual encounter.
I found out she was 18. Ah, there's the explanation. A young, inexperienced, fidgety teenager who had no idea why someone kept looking at her. The sleeping person she was with? Her mother.
I got her e-mail address, then pretended to go and stand on line for my delayed flight. I wasn't looking to make an international, language impaired relationship.
It's not just that I was wrong, but I was wrong when I thought it was very, very right. Thoughts? Comments?
I was at the airport yesterday waiting for a flight that was delayed for 3 hours when a girl walked past me where I was sitting. She was wearing a short black and white striped summer dress and cute black open toed flats with a black bow over the top where the toes begin. Her legs were bare and her toes were a well-painted solid red. I looked at her as she passed, she looked at me, then looked away.
She sat down some seats away from me but in full view of me. This was coincidence. She sat with an older lady who was sleeping. That's when it started. I would glance at her every now and then and she would glance at me. She was playing with her shoes ferociously. She dangled, she dropped. She crossed her bare-footed legs over one another and flexed her toes. The whole time I was staring, and I don't usually do that. She saw me staring a number of times. I alternated my glance between her eyes and directly at her feet. She even stroked the leg of an adjacent chair with her bare foot at one point. She knew I was looking at her and she kept on shoeplaying like no one I'd ever seen.
I have to emphasize these points. The amount of shoeplay this girl was doing mirrored what we all see in those amateur fetish videos, videos that are sometimes paid for. We met each other's glances several times. My heart was racing. I was 100% convinced she knew what she was doing and that I was dealing with a bona fide female foot seductionist.
I was getting frustrated that I couldn't find the opportunity to go and talk to her. I coyly got her attention by writing in my notebook in black marker "Hi." "You are very pretty." and "Walk? Talk?" as I displayed it across the way from her. She smiled and nodded. I motioned for us to go down the hallway.
Now, friends, I thought it was in the bag at this point. Everything was ridiculously obvious, frighteningly so. I'm not one who thinks easily that a woman knows men are watching her feet. In fact, I think people jump to this conclusion far too often. But this girl was doing things right out of fetishist porn. I thought this was it. 100%.
But I was wrong. The girl was Russian and spoke about 5 words of English. I struggled to have a conversation with her and deduce intentions. I thought with the display she was giving, she would know I would be physically aroused but the types of things we managed to slowly talk about were all standard, safe, innocent "get to know you" questions. It wasn't the hookup situation I thought it was going to be. I complimented her, complimented her shoes, she smiled, but things went painfully slow. I was even forward enough to put my arm around her as we walked to test the waters but she squirmed away. She was interested in me, yes, but not enough to have an impromptu sexual encounter.
I found out she was 18. Ah, there's the explanation. A young, inexperienced, fidgety teenager who had no idea why someone kept looking at her. The sleeping person she was with? Her mother.
I got her e-mail address, then pretended to go and stand on line for my delayed flight. I wasn't looking to make an international, language impaired relationship.
It's not just that I was wrong, but I was wrong when I thought it was very, very right. Thoughts? Comments?