Last Wednesday I turned 19, which in Canada, means I'm now able to drink, go to the casinos, all that good stuff. The Saturday after turning 19, I was taken out for my first time to a casino that isn't too far from where I live. The plans to go to the casino (which were sprung on me as a SURPRISE IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY thing) were made after plans that I had already had that Saturday, which was to hang out with my girlfriend. (I got a new one recently. Still trying to work out a way to work in the whole foot fetish thing, but I'm pretty sure it'll be easy with her ) Her dad is kindof a douchebag, and although she asked him on Tuesday (and everyday after that, up to and including Saturday) if we could hang out on Saturday, he waited until the last hour of the final day to say "Nah, we're gonna go look at a van, so we need her to babysit."
So, I had pretty much spent the whole day alone, even though I was pretty much supposed to be celebrating my birthday that day. I'm kinda angry, and I feel pretty lonely. Here's where the ex-girlfriend part comes in. I texted my ex-girlfriend asking her if she wanted to hang out after I got back from the casino around 1AM. I had my boss's PS3 with Rock Band at the time, which is a very multiplayer oriented game, so I thought it'd cheer me up having someone to play with. She says she'd love to come over, and just to get dropped at her house after I get out of the casino.
I go to the casino, get boozed up, piss away $100, though I was up $150 at one point (but I was there to play, so meh.) While leaving the casino, I call her, tell her I'm on the way, she says "Okay, I'll be ready to go when you get here." When I show up, she's on her laptop, playing World of Warcraft, barefoot and in her pyjamas. So much for ready to go huh? But I definitely didn't mind seeing those feet again, her feet and I were close friends at one time. I sit on the couch and wait for her to get ready. She goes upstairs, changes, but brings socks downstairs with her in her hands, sits down on the couch on the other end, puts her feet up on the couch, towards me, and starts putting her socks on there, and continues conversation. I'm thinking "Why not just put'm on upstairs? Where she put the rest of her clothes on?" I let it go, and we walked to my house. About halfway there, she starts complaining about her feet hurting. I just kinda said "Awww" and quickly (but not clumsily) changed the subject. The rest of that night was pretty standard stuff, so I thought "Well, it's not like a don't have a foot fetish, maybe I'm just imagining things."
The next night she calls and makes plans with me to hang out again after that. She arrives at my house the next night, and as she's coming through the door she says "Seriously my feet are soaked right now. I had to bring a change of socks. She gets downstairs to my bedroom, begins to change her socks and draws attention to how wet the socks are, and how her toes are wrinkly. Then she says "Where can I put these to dry?" I said "I dunno, just find somewhere to hang them, doesn't matter to me." so she hangs them over the side of my dresser. We hang out, play more Rock Band, I'm drumming, and she's guitaring with her legs stretched out at the end of the bed, her socked soles facing right towards me the whole time as if on purpose. It comes time for her to leave, it's dark out so I'm going to walk her home, we're just out my door and I was like "Oh! You forgot your socks down on my dresser." to which she replied "Ah, it's okay, I'll just get'm later ."
Just my imagination? Or is this girl playing with my foot fetish? She was totally into it, and we broke up because of how monotonous our relationship eventually became with seeing each other almost literally everyday. We're both seeing other people right now, but damn.
Any comments welcome .