“Be weird. Be random. Be who you are. Because you never know who would love the person you hide.”

I’ve recently been trawling through Tinder and Bumble, not looking for anything in particular, just someone to peek my interest. I matched with a guy, who straight out told me he had a foot fetish. I admired his full disclosure, he wasn’t hiding who he was, or what he liked, and he wasn’t wasting anyone’s time by beating around the ‘foot’ either. So to honour his spirit, I sent him a picture of my feet but was very honest about why:

“I admire your security and boldness, however I’m not into feet, or guys that are into feet as I hate feet. So this is a gift, enjoy!”

He then asked me if he could see my soles, as they were his favourite part, I declined- I didn’t really want to venture any further down this rabbit hole. He then sent me a load of pictures of girls showing off their feet in various ways and asked if i could mimic the poses (see below)

I’m about throwing up by this point at the thought of it. I’m all about people getting their kicks whenever and however they can, but when it’s to do with something that I can’t stand, I’m out. As I politely refused and wished him luck on his quest to, ‘find a girl to rub her feet all over his face’, he said this:

“I came amazingly to that pic. Thank you.”

Well, there we go, I can tick that one of the list I guess. However, it was way too much kinkiness for me, and as I swallowed down vomit, I quickly deleted his profile and vowed never to humour a foot guy again, my stomach couldn’t handle it.

Catch ya later,

Ren.