So there's this girl I know, we used to work together, she was an exotic dancer, I was a bouncer. We used to flirt, and damn if she wasn't the cutest girl there. On more than one occasion she would walk past me, and I'd casually give her a little rib poke, at which she'd quite literally have an adorable spasm fall into me, look me in the eyes and say "not funny", but then she would give me a kiss on the cheek and she'd walk away, almost giving me a look like she liked it. Then one day we were talking about how she had a lot of customers who had foot fetishes, and how she felt like all the foot guys liked her because she had the "cutest feet in the place" and I seized my opportunity to take a look... THEY ARE BEAUTIFUL! So I won twice that night, we talked about feet for a good half hour AND I got to check them out without having to put myself as a fetishist. I tell you that story to tell you this one. She stopped working there a few years ago, she was young and dancing to pay her way through cosmetology school, and we lost touch the very same day she quit dancing, and I was actually happy because she was happy, fast forward to the end of last summer, we had reconnected through Facebook a few months before that, and now I needed a haircut as I was going on vacation, and my barber was out of commission, so I ask her if she's available, and it turns out she has an opening exactly when I needed it. We connected like we had never missed a step, talking about the old club days. I see her every few weeks now. And she always brings up the times when I'd tickle her sides, and she's give me that same look.
So two days ago I had her cut me, and she wasn't feeling well, and she was telling me how her bf was being an asshole YET AGAIN, and when it was all finished she gave me a huge hug, kissed me on the cheek, and that was that. So yesterday I decided to see how she was feeling, and she said "I'm doing much better, getting a mani/pedi on my day off" so I just sent her back that I was glad she was better, and then JACKPOT, she sends me a pic of her toes with the freshly done polish. So, like the title says. I THINK SHE KNOWS about my little interests. And although I try to keep it as private as possible, I'm pretty ok with her knowing.
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it drains your battery and can be dangerous if someone knows how to steal shit from you phone through Bluetooth, hahaha sorry I had to say it.
