Dating at Midlife — A blind man compliments my legs and has a weird shoe fetish
I felt like a character on television, not a soon-to-be divorced middle-aged mother of 3 in the uneventful confines of the Fairfield County suburbs.
They had to have been! AJ had returned the shoes.
They had to have been! Suddenly I felt more like one of the stepsisters, ugly, shrew and short.
I wobbled at first feeling like a drunk Cinderella. My hair was tossed up in a loose, messy bun.
Do single Leg have shoe sort of radar that only creepy men can sense? He lifted the lid to reveal fetish same hideous pair of shoes I had seen photographed in the backseat of what I presumed was a Mercedes Benz.