"The Midget"

{Well....I was just talking to my girl, and we both agree that this blogging shit is an addiction!!}

I am a very short girl...5'4. Maybe 5'7 in heels.

I tend to lean towards guys that are taller than me. I love a man that towers over me...6'0 and up. My 'current' is only 5'9, but he's still taller than me. I'm all for accepting a man for 'who he is' but if 'who he is' is shorter than me...it's not gonna work. I have standards damn it!! Some men don't like big girls, I don't like short men. My ideal man is {((6'4, Chocolate complected, with a build like Terrell Owens, Goatee, and a bald head))} If my 'current' was taller, with a more muscular build, he'd be right on track! LOL

So...let me rewind to March of '06. I was visiting my hometown, and I decided to hang out with some of my girls from high school. We decided to head to 6 Night Club. Me and the 'current' were together then, but he was hanging, and so was I. {to.say.the.least.} I was a bad bitch that night...dressed in all black with red shoes, handbag and accessories. Anyway, we get in the club and head straight upstairs. The atmosphere was real grown and sexy...with a few nobody's mixed in. Anyway, I decided to head down toward the bar. I'm leaning on the bar and, feeling my groove-when I get a tap on my shoulder. I turn around, and there was a 5'5 leprechaun standing in front of me. OK! OK! OK! What the fuck? Now, I've never been one to outright disrespect anyone, this night was no exception. In his defense, other than being a 'fidget', he was fairly attractive, dressed nice and smelled superb-Issey Miyake, I later found out. I took a breath, and said hello. He said hi, complimented my ensemble and offered to buy me a drink. I obliged, all while thinkin 'Is this nigga tall enough to ride a Cedar Point rollercoaster?' Anyway, we danced, he bought a few more drinks for my girls and I, and was feeling him, I can't even lie. After the club let out, we decided to go to IHOP and just talk more. My girls weren't down, so I decided to just ride with him. 'Midget' earned more points when I saw the ride. It was a 06' Pontiac GTO. LOVED IT! Anyway we get to IHOP and the conversation is going good. I still felt a little 'turned off'. I decided to tell him how I was feeling. I told him that 'short' guys aren't my thing. He smiled, and said 'Cool'. Then he said what I hate to hear, even in these situations..."maybe we can just be friends?" Now I know you're probably thinking, that I'm mental, but I mean the friends speech was supposed to come from me. I mean, I'm the one with the height complex! LOL But whatever, it is what it is. We talked the day after, and that was that. I guess everyone has 'their type'...short just isn't my type....yeah and I think the thought of a small dick scares THEE fuck out of me.....to be continued.................................

"The Foot Man"

In February 2007, I decided to step my hustle game up. I'm a very resourceful female and I can figure out how to get shit done. I was surfin the net one day, and I came across an ad. "FOOT MAN LOOKING". I decided to peek inside and see what the business was. His ad seemed....normal, I guess. It read 'mixed male, looking to worship a woman's pretty feet'. Huh? I scrolled down a little lower in his post and noticed the compensation area {$200}. Not bad for letting someone 'worship my feet'. I decided to send this weirdo an email to inquire more.

He described himself and sent a photo.

HE WAS/IS FUCKIN GORGEOUS! 6'7, biracial, grey eyes, goatee...football player type nigga. Something has got to be wrong with this dude. I was still Skeptical to say the least. Turns out...this guy is so shy. Shy to the point where, if I had touched him, he may have passed the fuck out. I emailed him for about a week, before we decided to meet. We met at a neutral location. We had a couple of drinks to break the ice, I guess.

He expressed to me that he has loved feet for a long time. Something about pretty toes turned him on. {Now at this point, I must admit, I'm secretly thinking about fucking THEE shit out of this nigga} 'Foot Man' told me about his home life, which seemed pretty lame. He has a g/f that doesn't understand his fetish...not to say that I did either, but I was just more open to understanding it. He went on to describe what he wanted from me...."Red toes, and soft soles". Simple. Sweet.

Now at the moment, my toes were Watermelon Pink...he said it was 'acceptable', LOL. After warming up, I decided that he was sane enough. He slid me an envelope with $300 in it. I asked why the tip, and he said that he knew my 'toes' would be worth it. I felt like a pair of feet with no body attached to them, but what-the-fuck-ever, because I was like, I can buy some bad ass boots for these feet! LOL Anyway, we make it back to his place. VERY NICE HOME! Large, clean, well decorated. His bitch may be lame, but she has a sense of style similar to mine. We went up to his bedroom, and I was nervous as hell, but that soon left. I realized that I could kill the fool if need be. He was like a scared bunny rabbit. He walked over to his dresser and pulled out a blunt. He said it would calm his nerves so that he could 'perform'. I'm like whatever nigga, do you. I chilled. He asked me to lay on the bed and take off my shoes and socks. I complied. I'm wet as hell, cause I know this nigga is PACKING!! I'm ready. He finishes his blunt, and lays across the bottom of the bed and stares at my feet. He asked me to wiggle my toes...I did. This nigga started growling like a bear. LOL He took off his clothes and DAMN! There it was! I swear it was glowing. 9 inches of dick...thick and hard. Mmmmm. He started rubbing my feet, and sweating while he was jacking off. I'm in awe, but only for a moment. It dawned on me...my pussy ain't getting shit...he wants my fuckin feet. I lay there....LOST.

15 minutes later-it was over. He was so excited, and I felt truly ripped off, $300 and all. I wanted that muthafucka...bad. I eventually accepted the fact the feet were his thing. Point. Blank. Period. I was there to render a service, and I did just that.

I see 'Foot Man' on the regular. He pays well, what can I say? 15-20 minutes of foot rubbing...no sweat involved? Shiiiiit...he calls and I'm there, no questions asked. The moral of this story is....A dude can be fine as hell, with a 9 inch dick, and only want your feet...if he's paying GIVE THEM TO HIM!!