Daisy is a 32-year-old researcher who lives in Little Portugal. She says, “I’m a big talker who doesn’t always walk the walk. I will talk about doing crazy things, but that doesn’t mean I’ll follow through.” Daisy likes camping, bar-hopping, riding her bike, and having random adventures, and describes her dating life as “hilarious.” She met Ted at a party.
One night during drinks with my single friends, we started feeling adventurous, so some of us decided to head out with the intention of making out with as many people as possible.
We hit a few different bars downtown, but the mission was entirely unsuccessful. After a couple of awkward make-outs with each other, we decided to call it a night. I was heading home, feeling unsatisfied, when my roommate texted me to say she was at a party in a basement just around the corner and that I should stop by.
I headed into the house, which was full of hippie-dippy types. I wasn’t sure about the scene, but I went downstairs into a typically gross, low-ceilinged Toronto basement, where there were mattresses, blankets, and pillows on the floor. People were laying all over each other. It looked like it could have turned into an orgy at any moment.
I spotted my friends in a corner, and as I was approaching them, a man told me to take off my winter boots. I was wearing a short dress with tights, so when I sat down by my friends, I had to put my legs straight out in front of me to avoid flashing the whole basement. This put my feet directly near this one large man; he was staring at me.
When I sat down, one friend warned me that the man, Ted, had a foot fetish, and would probably start massaging—and maybe licking—my feet. I laughed it off, but sure enough, as we were sitting there, he started massaging my feet, and talking about how he could tell I had lower-back pain. Being very drunk, I was like, “How did you know?!” as if every woman in the world doesn’t have lower-back pain.
He was really good at the foot massage, so I let him do his thing. It felt great, actually. I was comforted by how he was approaching it in such a clinical way. I was enjoying the massage (and getting drunker), and at some point, Ted went ahead and started sucking on my toes. Maybe it was the free-love vibe, but I didn’t stop him. I was still wearing tights, so I felt like I had a foot condom on, at least. I think that because the night was supposed to be a crazy time, I was up for a little adventure. I texted my friend who was sitting beside me that I didn’t know what to do about the situation. It was certainly gross and weird, but I kind of liked it.
Afterwards, I felt both ashamed and satisfied. Ted mentioned that I should come by his place sometime. I never took him up on his offer, but I definitely learned that you can’t knock something until you try it.
Daisy rates her date (out of 10): 8
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