march 29: FEET
i remember being a freshman in high school and sitting on my porch one afternoon in the spring of 1991 with a handsome upperclassman (well, as handsome as a 17-yr-old with braces can be). i remember he told me i had pretty feet and then asked if he could take me for cheese fries that friday night. not in the same breath, of course, but still. and i remember thinking, "wait, did he just compliment my feet? not my smile or my hair or my charming wit... but my feet???" odd, no? and yet, still sort of sweet.
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