Remarkably Beautiful Linda
Dear [Linda],
We started a wave at the foot party. The moment I first saw you walk in at 8:45 PM, I felt a resonance in my heart. I thought to myself, “Wow! What a spectacular lady.” At first though, this didn’t mean much to me because often I see women who start out as goddesses but then fade to plane-Janes as I get to know them throughout the evening. It usually happens for me that the princess becomes the frog in a very short time. So I figured that the halo surrounding you was probably just another false alarm.
Boy was I wrong. The more we talked, the more intrigued I became. As I learned more about you, I marked off the many hundreds of qualities in my mental checklist of the traits I’m looking for in a lover. Let’s see:
Nice feet? Yes. (I do have a foot fetish, you know.) 
Great legs? Yes.
Appealing body over all? Yes.
Health conscious? Yes.
Pleasant voice? Yes.
Smart? Yes.
Caring? Yes.
Affectionate? Yes.
Experience with difficult relationships? Yes.
Compassionate? Yes.
Accepting me and what I like? Yes.
A touch of humility? Yes.
No arrogance? None.
I miss you. But I don’t want to miss you. I didn’t come to the foot party looking for a relationship; just a way to satisfy my foot fetish. In fact, I came hoping that it would help my girlfriend and I restore some of the lost eroticism to our relationship, or at least, to help me feel more fulfilled if we couldn’t. So all I wanted was to have a good time worshipping pretty women’s feet. I figured that the next day, I’d feel energized and rejuvenated, and that I’d no longer feel so deprived, as I have felt for so long. That’s all I expected to find. But I found so much more; I found you.
9:40. Remember the first session we did in the green room? At first, I was all about your feet. But when I removed your sandals, I felt like a kid opening a Christmas present and finding much more than I was expecting. Your feet were perfect. You had the high arches I always found so sexy, and your soles were so kissable and soft. Your toes had just the right spacing and taper; just like those ladies of long ago who came to me in my dreams as a boy. I’ve never seen legs as long and alluring as yours either. I couldn’t help looking at you all over, up and down, again and again. I looked for anything wrong, but found nothing. I watched you as you spoke and listened to your every word; you voice was wonderful as well, and as our first twenty-minute session ended, I felt a rumble; the wave was growing.
I wouldn’t say at this point that I was smitten with you; just that I knew that I had found someone to play with who was more attractive to me than anyone I could remember dating in recent years. This part I expected to find at the foot party and was so glad that I had found it so early in the evening. I was happy.
10:05. So then, eager to try again, I went out and did sessions with several other women. They were all very nice people; but they weren’t you. One had legs that were too well-toned and muscular for my taste; another had skin that was too dark; another was rather demanding and expectant. True, I enjoyed talking to every one, but felt no thunder. No wave.
11:00. The night progressed. I was getting horse from having to shout above the music to converse. So I just hung out in the main lounge for a bit, watching, studying, seeking, and marveling. The snacks of pepperoni, cheese, and soda were a nice touch, and I munched a few dozen little slices of the meat while basking in this wonderful, new and liberating environment. I enjoyed seeing the other guys there as well, all with big grins on their faces. I was happy too because in all the bars, night clubs, parties, and other social gatherings I’ve attended throughout my adult life, I never saw such a high concentration of beautiful women in one place before.
At 11:30, I looked up from contemplation to see you standing by the food, your hands on your hips, appearing bored. So I came over to chat, and was horrified when you said that you were leaving. Still though, even at this point, I felt no crush on you, but did want to keep a very pretty lady from departing so early. So I offered to do another session with you, and we then walked into the red room. You assumed your sitting position on the couch as before, with your legs crossed at the thighs, and I got down on the carpeted floor to admire your wonderful feet some more. This time as I stripped your sandals from you, I felt the wave again; a deep and much stronger roar beneath me than in the green room, as though the ground would start moving at any time.
Once more, I looked for problems but found none. My girlfriend will tell you that I am quite the perfectionist and that I don’t find perfection in very many people at all. But you just so completely answered my every important requirement of my dream girl. You were my best fantasy come true, and I told you that. Remember? I’ve only rarely have ever met my fantasies face-to-face, and I must say that meeting was among my highest pleasures ever. As much as any one person can be a dream girl, you were mine that night in the red room. This was a real love at first sight experience for me.
Midnight. I told you how beautiful I thought you were, hoping to say it so that you would really believe me. I wanted to make sure you knew that I wasn’t just telling you what you wanted to hear so I could get into your pants; I never tell people what they want to hear to get them to do something for me. What I wanted to say was genuine and I wanted you to feel the energy that honesty conveys. So I looked into your eyes and said, “I think you’re a remarkably beautiful woman.” You smiled but looked confused as though you were asking how I could find you so attractive, and certain that you really didn’t have anything that someone would like that way. You said that you usually didn’t believe such things about yourself, and so are skeptical when a guy says them to you. Actually, I’m glad you are humble about your looks; it would have been a big turn off if you would have said, “I know I’m beautiful. You’re not telling me anything new.” But you didn’t say that; you responded just as my dream girl would have; with tentativeness and humility. The wave had now become an almost deafening rumble and I could feel myself being lifted way up into the lofts of extreme happiness and fulfillment. It felt like an elevator in a very tall building that rises very fast and leaves your stomach on the bottom floor when it takes off.
12:15. I started feeling sexually aroused at the sight of you there in your bikini-style lingerie and bare feet; again, this feeling has eluded me for so long that I was quite surprised and pleased to find it so plentiful here. We call what we did foot worship. Well, for a time, it really was that. I was worshipping you because you had managed to liberate me in this short time from all that has troubled me about romantic relationships. You made this romantic encounter perhaps the most fulfilling one I ever had, and I would massage your feet for a week if I could, to show you my gratitude. Yep, it takes a lot more than just beautiful feet to make those feet beautiful.
12:20. I asked if I could hold your hand; my justification being that people with beautiful feet usually have beautiful hands as well. You agreed. So I entwined your warm fingers in mine, and then kissed each one several times. My foot fetish now became a hand fetish. Each kiss was like a shock; an unmistakable energy coming from your soul and enticing me to come closer. The building was starting to come apart now from this violent wave beneath us that was drowning out everything else in the place; loud rap music included. It was just you and me together then. Nothing else mattered outside or in. I didn’t care who saw us then, or what they saw us doing. You commented at one point that I was very focused. Well, you were right. I was. I was focused on you; on us, and I was beginning to long for a date with you.
12:25. I asked if I could come up to the couch and sit with you. I loved down there at your feet but as the minutes ticked by, I wanted more and more to be closer to your mind; that part of you that orchestrates everything you do and animates your body in such delicious ways. I wanted you to know that my desire had now grown to encompass far more than just your feet and body. I wanted to hear your voice up close and feel your cheeks while we talked and to listen to you breathe and laugh. I wanted to kiss you and was so glad that you allowed me to do so, on your cheeks. At this point, my attraction to you had become quite the crush and I realized then that once this wonderful night was over, that I’d be missing you. I didn’t care though. I just had to continue to see where things were going to go.
12:40. By this time in the bars that I used to frequent some eight years ago, I would have been quite drunk and perhaps a bit dizzy and blurry-eyed from the thick cigarette smoke. But in this special place, at this foot party, in our little red room, where neither cigarettes nor alcohol are allowed, my mind remained clear, and yet, you remained ravishing. You stayed that way too, even when you leaned against me and invited me to hold you. You were so delightfully warm and affectionate and your cheeks were so soft and cute when you smiled. All your good points together elevated you to the status of a goddess in my mind, and your goddess-like status made everything about you that much more enticing. The things about you and the person you are played off one another to create this perfect romantic storm in which I found myself. We were now riding this great wave of romantic bliss, that became even more wild when you said that I was the type of guy that you would go on a second date with. That’s when I knew that I wanted a second date.
12:50. Though to me it felt like the night had just started, the time to leave was fast approaching. I didn’t want to say good-bye. I’d have been all too happy to stay there with you as we were until the sun shined again. But I wished not to overstay my welcome. So I’m looking forward to seeing you again at the next party in June. I know I said before that I wouldn’t be coming until August. But I had such fun that I want to do it sooner than August.
1:10. We said good-bye then as Jack and I headed down to get our ride, and just as I thought, within minutes of being out of your presence, I began missing you. That roaring wave was now tearing me up inside as it rocked me to the core, demanding that I do something to keep our time together going. Over the past two hours, I’d become so focused on you that when it came time to turn it off, I couldn’t. But I had to leave, or I would have been stuck there until the next day, when public transportation was fully operational again.
Rest assured though: I would like to focus totally on you again for another amazing evening. In fact, I’m still riding this wave, this perfect storm of romance that formed beneath me as we talked that night. Also, I’m aware that such waves are rogue and so can be very temporary. They form suddenly and violently, and then disappear just as swiftly and unpredictably. Sometimes, these rogue waves go real high while at others, they appear as small ripples. Sometimes, they last real long, but other times, they shrink back into nothingness quickly. So given their nature, I can’t say how long this wave will last or how far or fast it will carry us should we decide to ride it together. But I want to invite you to ride it with me for as long as we can. Let’s do that second date we spoke of and see where the wave takes us
What do you think?
May 19th, 2009 at 1:19 pm
Tom, as I said at the party you have an amazing way with words and I very much so enjoyed reading this post and cant wait to read the subsequent ones as soon as I have a little more time, hard to find with the kids running around. Glad to see you are attending the party in June, I will be there and look forward to seeing you! I will comment on your blogs as I get the opportunity to read them
May 19th, 2009 at 4:33 pm
Thanks so much. I look forward to more of your comments.