Neither Friend Nor Foe
Having used the bathroom, the pretty young woman uses me to have her feet kissed. She is not my enemy; but nor is she my friend. She looks down on me. She despises me, and sees me as pathetic – a mere kisser of girls’ feet. And so she does not kiss me back – like she would a real man; a man whom she admires and loves. I am not her lover; I am merely her public footservant, and she my esteemed customer-mistress.
After the transaction, she turns and walks away from me – cold and aloof; feeling superior; respected; smug. Leaving me behind in a place of public dirt.
As ever, I feel humbled. And rightly so.