You Capture : Feet

This week’s You Capture is hosted here this week.

I wish I had a new pedicure to show off but my pedicure is weeks and weeks old. A. did it with a new gel polish that lasts very long. But my nails have grown and it doesn’t look very good. Next week I am going to ask her to remove it. Ordinary nail polish remover doen’t work.

Feet. I love feet.

Fountain feet ?

My cat’s feet and the feet of a fountain. I translated from French, au pied de la fontaine. I wanted to put a photo of my foot but it seemed indecent somehow. This indecence makes me feel weird. I love feet, there is something really vulnerable and sweet about them.I love my feet. Oh well, my next pedicure maybe…

Mets tes orteils dans ma bouche

Ouh…chills.

The Cynical one has said that to me after asking if I had beautiful toes now that I had had a pedicure.

We sat at the same table this morning, a great advantage of going for coffee to a place that has only a few tables. Hmmmm…he asked me if I wanted to sit with him because I had just offered my table to a family that wanted to sit to the table nearest the toilets.

I replied that of course I wanted to, I had hot flashes just thinking about it. I just had to joke around. But the guy just makes me want to make him smile. He can be so inexpressive that every smile is a victory. His question for the day was : Am I reading teen novels because I’m still a teen ? Grumble. I told him he was a twit, no it was just because it’s so damn better than adult novels. But we had a great time talking, looking at the newspaper, arguing a bit about his hair.

I went on Facebook to look at his profile…he was born the day after me on the same year. And damn, he has a tattoo. I don’t want him to cut his hair it gives him a softer look. He looks safer with longer hair, no tattoos, ordinary Plateau artist style. I looked at his Halloween picture just as I had promised and wrote that I wanted to say « Hey sexy but after seeing that picture beurrrrkkkkkweeeeeeee, there is no way I’m going to put my toes in the mouth of such a monster ! »

When he went away, my « adoptive mother » and my « older sister » joked around about him asking me to sit with him. It seems he never does that. But I think it was just fun. After everything that has been happening to me lately, I can’t afford having any ideas. J. has really broken my heart.

I realized that I have a tendency in believing it when guys act like they’re into me and really fall down hard when it turns out I had every reason not to trust them. I don’t want to make future guys pay for those who came before but I just can’t trust everyone. Or any guy lately. So I’m just going to have fun, harmless flirting, with this Cynical One.