This is one of the greatest laments of my life. I have never forgiven myself. I went to a well-known southern university a number of years ago. One weekend I had a date with one of the majorettes. She was a gorgeous brunette and had perfect legs with diamond-shaped calves. Long story short...we were sitting on a couch watching tv when she came right out of the blue and said that for some reason throughout her life everyone had tickled her feet. I was so taken aback by this that all I could say was who did that to you and she said everybody...all her life. Well, this was back in an era where foot fetishism was never discussed and I was in the closet big time. I so wanted to confess my love for tickling female feet and then tickle her feet for the rest of the night, but I chickened out. I always figured that she probably enjoyed having her feet tickled and that that was her way of initiating the activity. I blew it and have eaten out my heart ever since.