See my jaw drop to the floor. "Um, well, um… you know the whole thing about Jews and tattoos," I think I muttered like a dumb ass.
I start looking for how to get out of this for the next twenty minutes, when the next thing I know, his shoes are off, his feet are on my lap, and (I kid you not) he says, "This is not sexual, but would you mind tickling my feet?" Dating A Foot Fetishist: How To Love The Man Who Loves Your Feet
That's when I make like Helen Thomas and run for the door.
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