Foot Fetish Friend

A few weeks ago I went to lunch with a friend to a local restaurant. As usual, I was pretty casually dressed. Being a dance instructor, I am almost always in comfy dance clothes: leggings, warm-ups, sneakers, no make-up, hair up, and on the grunge side. I don't mind. I am not out for anything but lunch with a friend. Or so I think...

Our waiter was typical: I hadn't noticed anything unusual except that he happened to be a "he" and he was an attractive guy about my age. I guess I must have flirted a little, because I think that when he asked me if he could wrap up my leftovers, I recall saying something like, "Sure, and you can wrap it up with love," or something silly like that.  Anyhow, I thought it was meaningless until I got home and saw that he had written his name and phone number on the cover of my take out box! Oh my!

I was flattered, but nervous. I am actually a bit shy and self conscious. So, I gathered up my guts and figured I HAD to contact him! It was cute and sweet, I thought, to be so courageous and take the chance, and he had liked me enough in spite of all my grunge, to give me his name and number, after all. The least I could do was call. But I was shy and nervous, so I texted the number. I got no response. So, maybe he doesn't text? I tried to call, but I didn't leave a message. It was a prerecorded message. Maybe the number was wrong? I threw the box away. It was in the hands of fate now. I tried. Maybe he would see my number and call me back. It didn't happen. I let it go.

A couple of weeks after that I ended up going back to the same restaurant with a different friend. The same waiter guy was there. He wasn't our waiter, but he was there. I told my friend about what had happened with the number. She said, "Well, now you have to give him YOUR number!" I had two scotches, found a pen and paper, and by the end of the night, I made sure he had it. I was nervous and giggly. I figured, what the heck, at least I have to try! Nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?

The very next night I get a text message from him. OMG I am pleasantly surprised! For two hours we text. This is how the conversation went:

The first few questions are normal. Are you single? Where are you from? How old are you? Do you have any kids? Etc. Etc. Then the first red flag: He asks me, "Do you like foot massages?" and I am like, OMG! Is this a sexual reference ALREADY? Or is he just trying to feel me out? Or appeal to my feminine persuasions? I DON'T KNOW! So, I have to think of a crafty response. Something that is appropriate but neither sexually leading nor dismissive. I think of the perfect response. I say something like, "It depends on the who, the what, the where, the when, and the why". I am so sick of sexually inappropriate solicitations from men, but I want to give him the benefit of the doubt, just in case (this is where I always go wrong, BTW).

He responds with "Good answer". I think "FHEW"! to myself. We go back to asking each other appropriate normal preliminary questions. After a few normal questions, he does it again. He says to me, "I'm bored. Let's hook up now." I laugh "hahaha" and try to steer the conversation back to normal. It doesn't work. I ask him questions about his life. He tells me I am being too personal. He asks me, "Are you a prude, or do you like to fool around?" and I am thinking, like, what the fuck does THAT mean? And why haven't I even been offered a drink before being subjected to this level of conversation? Where is my fucking DATE?

Then I figure, fuck it, if he is all about the "hooking up" and asking inappropriate questions, then I will just be frank too. So I ask him, so what's up with the foot massage? Is that a fetish? He says yes. I ask him exactly what does he want to do. He says, " Suck on your toes, foot job (I can only imagine) and cum on your soles." I think "EWWWW" and I hope this is happening somewhere near a basin of warm sudsy water so that I can wash my feet and not have to walk around with sticky soles! UGH!!!

Needless to say, we haven't spoke again since. He probably thinks I am a prude, which is ironic because frankly, his goofy foot fetish is NOTHING compared to what I am into and sexually I know for a fact that I could scare the living shit out of him in 10 seconds flat with my freak flag if I wanted to. But, I don't want to. It is not worth it to me, because he is clearly an asshole and doesn't deserve to know anything interesting about me. He doesn't even want to know anything about me, and he never will. I know more about him than he will even know about me.    

My question is this: Do I dare to go back to this restaurant? Will I get spit in my food for not letting him cum on my feet? Should I NOT order the fillet of sole?

It's kinda too bad really. If he had just been a little more charming, I would probably have entertained his fetish. After all, I do have the perfect feet. They are ugly, banged up dancers feet, but they are strong and flexible, too!

The thing is that it's not that I am opposed, or would always reject the idea, of having a purely sexual relationship, whether short term, long term, or one night. It is more along the lines of the fact that I really want and need to feel safe, that I like and will continue to like the person I am with, before and after, and that the person is not an asshole. I want some time and effort getting to know the person, and to know that I am viewed as a person, and not simply as some human blow up doll or fleshy substitution. If the man is charming and makes the effort, I will maybe (and I have in the past) be willing to at least to consider it. It is more the lack of charm and effort. Without it, I just feel plain flat and uninterested and totally turned off. I am not sure if I am making any sense...