[A lady rejected my first contact. I got rejected yet again. So I said...]
Oh, okay. I guess you’re gonna let a couple thousand miles keep you from having a wonderful foot massage. Heck, I’d even come to you. Man, some of you are just so persnickety. 
Well, at any rate, check out my site if you like at tomslovequest dot com. You may find the stuff there insightful and amusing.
It sure would have been fun though, to count your toes over and over again as you lay for an entire afternoon in a bed of your choosing, while running my index fingers around and between them. Oh, and did I mention the sole-kissing?