Joined: Oct 31, 2005 Posts: 70 Location: Worcestershire, UK
Posted: Sat Oct 21, 2006 11:36 pm Post subject: Frustrated but fascinated by female feet in flip flops
I'm 32 next month and, though I'm not proud to admit it, I've not had a proper relationahip with a woman. I'm also not proud (though not ashamed) to admit that, for some inexplicable reason, I've spent much of my wasted life finding myself attracted to women's bare feet.
My obsession with feet has gradually become worse during the last eight years partly due to my hopelessness at being able to communicate with women I find attractive. But the main reason is that the last eight years (when I first attempted to come to terms with my phobia-cum-fetish) has seen an increasing rise in the number of women (and men, for that matter) with a tendency to show off their feet in public. Especially in flip flops.
Nothing shows off the foot like a flip flop and, like 'em or not, they're not going to go away. And neither is my mindless obsession which has plagued me since I was a shy and hopeless adolescent. Why the fuck couldn't I have just been a "bottoms 'n' boobs" man? Why did I have to specifically notice feet?
So, eight long years ago when I first started to seek professional help, my goal was fairly simple. I wanted to have sex with women who wear flip flops. As the shame of my feelings wore off and my sex drive dwindled, I put more emphasis on wanting a relationship with women who show off their feet in public.
Then three years ago I would have been very happy just to date women who wear flip flops. But the fundamental problem was still there. I was absolutely useless at talking to women. Meanwhile, more and more gorgeous, fairly attractive, plain and downright ugly women began ditching their shoes, boots and trainers to show off their toe cleavage and make irritating flapping noises.
So now I write this almost completely devoid of a sex drive. For a long time, I regarded feet in flip flops as "the visual equivalent of swearwords". I don't know what's more prevalent in today's society - swearwords or flip flops. I think I prefer swearwords.
Despite not having much of a sex drive, I still never fail to notice women in flip flops even if I'm not especially aroused. And then the unpleasant feelings return (not that they've ever really gone away). Who are these women? What are they doing? Where are they going? And why am I interested in them for such a stupid reason? As soon as I see them I want to know about these women. I want to be able to talk to them but I'll never be able to for so many reasons. I think I will be invading their privacy. I think I will be rejected. I won't know what to talk to them about. Well, there is the obvious thing but there's no way I could feel comfortable saying "I like your flip flops" or something. Certainly not as comfortable as they appear to be in their almost non-existant footwear.
So I realise I'm probably not alone with this interest. OCD has caused it to be magnified and an inability to be sociable has prevented opportunities to get to know these women I'm physically attracted to.
The reason for this slightly pretentious thread is that I would still love nothing more than to be able to have female friends who wear flip flops. There must be some on this board. I know there are as I've heard from a couple of them. I'm not expecting much. I can find very plain women attractive if they're wearing flip flops. I would probably do a lot for them as well if they befriended me.
It still all seems so stupid and irrational though. It would be like someone who is so obsessed with a particular hair colour or maybe spectacles frames that they are stupidly in awe of this person who they have never met. Why don't I just have hypnotherapy? Or ECT?? Or a lobotomy???
Every day I go out I never fail to spot at least one woman (and on most days an average of ten women) showing off her feet in flip flops. It drives me mad!!
I know this is a long and pretentious thread but if any flip flop wearers on the board could find it in their soles (sic) to reply to this thread or, better still, send me a private message, I would be extremely pleased to hear from you. People have suggested foot fetish sites in the past but I'm really not interested in looking at pictures. It's embarrassing to me as it is and all I really want to be able to do is talk to the women I'm physically attracted to. Interaction is the name of the game and the more, the merrier. Even if you just want to tell me that my thread was a pile of shite and that I'm a self-centred bastard (I've been called this before), feel free to write. It'll be lovely to hear from you!
So that's the end of this post. I've tried to make it humourous as I want people to be able to laugh at the whole absurdity of this phobia-cum-fetish. I want people to help me to realise that there's a better life for me out there and far more interesting parts of the human anatomy to get worked up about. I've been putting off writing it for ages and have probably written it in a way I hadn't intended. But that's just the way it came out (ooer, sounds a bit rude!).
I have a foot fetish as well and there's nothing wrong with that. You don't choose what you're attracted to, it just happens. So let's accept it as it comes.
Joined: Oct 17, 2006 Posts: 204 Location: Massachusetts
Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 7:51 pm Post subject:
Yeah, I hear you man, I love cute feet on a woman. It's just important to not take it out of context or be wierd about it, but where do you draw the line, you know? I mean you can't be caught staring or harrassing anyone in a way that would suggest what you're into. But there are subtle ways of attaining the right woman that fulfills you (and your fetish). Just put things into perspective and try not to go overboard - you can be sued for anything these days.
Hmm. This is the only forum I know where people can talk about the things you talked about! But I respect you for being open. Not many people would.
Okay, so I'm not going to judge you about the foot fetish - I think feet can be attractive. I think we all have favourite bodyparts (I love bellybuttons...) and get a little thrill when we see them in public. I even know what you're saying about the thrill of seeing it; it's the same thrill as if a girl walked down the street with her breasts exposed, only it's her feet, right? There's an obscenity to it that is thrilling. You're fascinated about her character, as a person who chooses to bare herself in such an obscene way. Yet nobody notices it's obscene except you. Right? Is that how you feel?
But it sounds clear that you're worried about the healthiness of your fetish, and how much it is hurting your ability to relate to women.
Your post sounds a little confused. Do you want help to lessen the fetish to a more healthy scale, or do you want female forum members to turn you on by talking about their bare feet and flip-flops?
So you selectively want friends with the single character trait: they are the kind of girl who wears flip-flops? Trouble is, that character trait means nothing to them. They don't think it defines them at all. So I'm not sure why a female would want to take you up on the offer here. I apologise for being negative.
Just think: if you eventually manage to have a regular productive relationship with a woman, she'd probably often be barefoot when she hangs out with you. She'd be barefoot when you have sex. I don't know if you can hope for a girlfriend who lets you suck her toes, but hey, it's a possibility. However, your chances of having a regular girlfriend are reduced a great deal if you come across as a creepy foot-fetishist. Ironically, you're more likely to get a barefoot girlfriend if you play it cool and don't try to find a girl who complies with your foot fetish requirements.
Joined: Oct 31, 2005 Posts: 70 Location: Worcestershire, UK
Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2006 12:10 am Post subject:
SqueakyGibson,
Thanks for your reply. I've read through some of your other posts and you sound intelligent.
I've touched on this subject before. I once posted a thread called "Phobias and Fetishes" on the "Friendship and Love" forum here. I don't think many people really understood what that was about and there was little response. I felt that there might not be much of a response to this thread either but time will tell.
I thought very carefully before writing this as it's complicated enough for me to understand let alone anyone else. But it's an obsession which makes going out of the house and having a social life severely debilitating and I'd really like to get across how I feel to people who might read this.
Firstly, I have an almost schizophrenic like feeling attached to feet which can depend very much on the mood I'm in. I've never considered myself a "foot fetishist" as I don't purposefully seek out pictures and material that I would find sexually arousing. It's something I've spent most of my adult life trying to avoid rather than approaching it in a voyeuristic way.
Although I can see why some people can be voyeuristic about objects or parts of the body they find sexually stimulating, I myself detest the idea of voyeurism and so do not indulge in it. However, I'm more than a bit aware that for reasons behind my control (though mostly I believe to do with the Obsessive Compulsive Disorder I developed throughout my childhood and adolescence) I've always had this unhealthy (at least in my opinion) interest in bare feet (particularly in revealing footwear) that I've spent many years fighting against.
Like a number of things I became obsessed with, the foot obsession began because I hated the sight of feet when I was young. In fact I hated the sight of feet so much I would scream and be physically sick. Over time I realised I could not react like this every time I saw a person exposing their feet in public.
So puberty reared its ugly head and I found myself sexually attracted to something I'd always disliked and felt extremely confused and ashamed of my feelings. I fought against them and at the age of 18 resolved never to masturbate again believing it was degrading and that I would ***** if I ever did. The next few years were painful though no more so really than they've been during the last eight years or so. When I finally gave in and masturbated nearly five years later I predictably found myself in an extremely distressed state and soon after started to seek medical advice.
Around this time (the spring of 1998) I started to attempt to evaluate my feelings about women's feet and initially decided that in order to justify my unwanted "fetish" I would need to have a girlfriend and a sexual relationship with a female who exposed their feet in public like this.
Of course, this was easier said than done. I was socially inept having not developed these skills at high school and spent five years pursuing my hobbies and interests that I felt comfortable and happy with, all the while becoming more reclusive. (My parents have been in the picture all throughout this time but I had lost contact with any friends I had made outside of the family). So I knew in my heart that I'd have to be very brave if I was to suddenly be able to approach these girls I was physically attracted to.
But I wasn't brave and I realised the danger in trying to make contact with complete strangers. In fact it's something that has been so clear in my mind throughout the last eight years of wanting to talk to those I find physically attracted to that there is still absolutely no way I could do it. I've only attempted to talk to attractive women on a few occasions and nothing has come of these failed attempts.
For the most part, I remain negative about society and the possibility of being able to talk to women I find attractive. I always get a bad feeling in my stomach around spring (for obvious reasons) and over the years I have resigned myself to staying indoors throughout most of spring and summer to avoid the feelings of frustration.
The foot obsession is so complicated to discuss that I very rarely attempt to. I saw a woman at Relate a couple of years ago who, on hearing that I had an obsession with women's feet in flip flops, immediately said (and she isn't the only person of the few I've felt up to discussing it with): "I bet you love going out in summer when there are loads of women out in their flip flops and sandals!" To which I replied: "NO!! I DON'T LOVE IT!! I FUCKING HATE IT!!!" Suffice to say I never got much help from the few sessions I went to. She just thought I was a good looking, intelligent young man with a lot to offer and she couldn't understand why I had such a negative self-image and overwhelming feeling of rejection.
Over the years I've looked for ways to deal with my frustration. I've written lyrics and articles about it but I've not published them. I've considered seeing a psychotherapist or having hypnotherapy as I've not had any help from my local mental health network. But most of all I've just given into my worst feelings and avoided going places where I'm likely to see women exposing their feet.
I think much of my frustration does come from finding it obscene that people choose to show off their feet like that. With regards to any sexual feelings it's possibly the "look don't touch" aspect of it. There are things that geninely shock me. I was waiting outside a shop once for a friend and a young woman was bending over. I wasn't going to look but apart from her showing off her belly button, her arse was showing and there was a tattoo of a snake coming out of her crack!! I didn't find that sexy but distasteful, much in the way I find exposed feet distasteful. But, of course, there can always be sexual feelings attached to these emotions. So I might not have looked where other people would have stared. But who's the pervert? The voyeur or the object of the voyeurism? It's such a fucking thin line.
I mean I'd hate the idea of ignorant people jumping to conclusions and thinking I'm some sort of pervert because of an obsession that I find very difficult to put out of my mind. But the way I see it, there are a lot of people contributing to it. Sure, you could argue that people can dress how they want to and not give a fuck what others think about it. Maybe that's my underlying obsession with the flip flop wearers? "I'm going to show off my feet in public AND i DON'T GIVE A FUCK IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT!!! Next week I'll be showing off my breasts. Be there or be square!!"
On the other side of it, I'm fascinated by women. I have a few female friends and, no, they don't choose to wear flip flops. Part of me was kind of disappointed that they didn't, though, as if I was hoping to get off on this in a sexual way. (I find it unbelievably frustrating when people talk to me about women's breasts and I don't feel excited by them.)
SqueakyGibson,
To address some of your points and answer your questions after that long rant (!!!), Yes, I do sometimes find it thrilling when I see girls in flip flops and that nobody else notices. I am extremely aware that it is "hurting my ability to relate to women" and this is why I occasionally post about it because I do really appreciate feedback from other people. What they think about feet or similar parts of the body.
The post is confused because I've been so confused about my feelings for years. This is mainly due to fate and how something can go either way. I'm essentially a pessimist but only really because I wouldn't want to get my hopes up high only to find that there was no chance of something good happening. I don't enjoy being negative.
I do feel that I can adapt to some people in a positive way given the chance which is why I've often believed that if some of the women I'd liked had made the first move I could been a genuinely likeable person. I know deep down that I would really like to be turned on by female forum members but I don't think there are many single men who wouldn't!! Having said that, I would genuinely appreciate help to lessen the fetish to a more healthy scale. During summer, I often feel that I'd be so much happier to be out if I could just IGNORE the object of my obsessions.
I can see exactly what you mean about the single character trait! There are times when I've seriously considered writing some sort of comedy based on my inner feelings and obsessions! Throughout years of sexual frustration, I've still been able to see the funny side of a male who wants to date women who wear flip flops! I think it could have a lot of potential in a modern day comedy series even maybe as a running sketch! (Bloody hell, I'd better get a copyright for this before someone else writes it!!) Seriously though, I agree that it wouldn't define them. It would be a bit like a woman wanting to go out with a man as long as he had a moustache or glasses without considering whether they were compatible.
Your final paragraph sounds positive and I'm sure you're right that it's better to play it cool. Good things do seem to happen when you're not expecting them. And on that note, I think I'll fuck off to bed.
I wrote my post not knowing the extent of your problem. But to be fair, it's a very hard and unique problem to understand and I'm not surprised if most people fail to. Hell, I probably still haven't understood completely.
The dual fascination/attraction and loathing/obscenity about feet is unique - I've never heard that before. Oddly though, I can kind of relate. When I was a child I was disgusted by feet as well. One of my first ever memories was in pre-school, where everyone was asked to take off their shoes and socks to do paint footprints. I was so disgusted that I refused to do it. Then I remember around the age of 12 I was at the swimming baths and this girl was talking to me. She was quirky and said lots of random weird things, among which she said, "Do you like my feet?" I was like, "Uhh, I don't know. I guess." And I realised I was no longer disgusted by feet. Mens feet still creep me out a bit, but womens can look nice.
Sorry, I got off the point. I can relate how you feel about feet with my feeling towards women in general. I have such an unfulfilled sexual urge for women, but I'm so scared and disgusted by them too. I want to have very satisfying sex with a woman; but every time I'm reminded that women have sex with other men, I get upset and judge female promiscuity badly. Seeing women revealing themselves sexually makes me upset about the fact that they are sexual beings, yet I want to have sex with them. One reason I don't go out and socialise is because I will always be tortured by these feelings every time I see a woman. I would always leave a party depressed, knowing the revealing outfit a girl wore wasn't intended for my eyes; the laughter and happiness that came out of her mouth wasn't caused by me or aimed at me; and the sex she'll be having with her boyfriend tonight won't be with me. I loathe her for it. I love her for it.
I know my feelings are very screwed up. Perhaps your feelings are the same as mine, psychologically speaking, only you've focussed them into one bodypart rather than women as a whole.
You might benefit from psychotherapy. That goes deep into your childhood. It could probably root out a reason why feet became an obsession. It won't help you get over it, but at least you might learn why. Then other kinds of therapy to become a productive person who is neither disgusted nor unhealthily attracted to feet.
Clearly a request to befriend people who wear flip-flops would be fuelling a problem that is hurting your life. I still miss a lot of the point, sorry. I can't understand why having a girlfriend who wear flip-flops in public would subdue your anguish. Is it because, if you have a pair of flip-flop-clad female feet in your "possession", other people's wouldn't torture you? I'm sorry I can't dig that far into your feelings to understand.
Joined: Oct 31, 2005 Posts: 70 Location: Worcestershire, UK
Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2006 3:10 pm Post subject:
Thanks again for your reply. I appreciate that it will be difficult for anybody reading this to understand the full extent of my problem. Especially since I still don't understand it myself even after years of analysing and being able to track some things back to my childhood.
If I could feel that people could relate even slightly then I don't consider this thread to be a complete waste of time. I'm actually very open minded when it comes to reading about others problems and can really feel for them. A close friend of mine who suffers badly with Social Anxiety told me last night that I seem very interested in people. That while some social phobics may want to shut themselves away (which I can understand having spent my early twenties wanting to be isolated), I want to go out and be able to communicate. I remember people and don't hold grudges (not for long anyway) even if someone has offended me.
I actually have almost the same dual attraction/loathing with people as I do with feet. I want to reach out to people of both sexes but am scared to trust people and worry that they won't be able to trust me. I spend a hell of a lot of my time thinking about the evil in the world and why some people appear to be devoid of a conscience. I have very unpleasant and repetitive thoughts (which I mainly attribute to OCD, something I know to have suffered from since I was six - ironically the age when I first started to notice feet in flip flops!!) which are sometimes violent but I know I could never act upon them. So, although I would like to be able to accept people for who they are and be less judgemental, I find it impossible to forgive people who actually go as far as committing crimes.
I can totally relate to your paragraph about your general feeling towards women and I'm sure that most single men on the site can also. I'm also very judgemental of female promiscuity. It particularly hurts me to think of the amount of women who seemingly prefer aggressive or egotistical bastards than men who would be kind and considerate towards them.
I can also think of many situations where a woman I've been friends with has favoured another male over me. I still regularly think about a girl I corresponded with at the beginning of the year. She had Aspergers syndrome. I felt that she had been leading me on and that we had much in common. We were going to meet up and I'd been really looking forward to seeing her. Then, the day after Valentine's Day (my favourite day of the year - not!!) she sent me a text to say she hadn't been able to answer my phone call as she'd been with her boyfriend. I was very upset as I thought a lot of her and I sent her an email to say how disappointed I was. I didn't hear anything from her so I considered that I might have been a bit harsh on her and apologised. She then wrote back saying we could still be friends but there was also a lot of anger about some of the things I had said. A couple of weeks later, I received a text message which said "I DON'T WANNA NO U UR A USER SO FUCK OFF!!!" My initial reaction (rather than write an abusive text back) as to basically say "OK, nice knowing you" and let her feel guilty about what she'd sent. She then sent a text to say she was stressed because she hadn't taken her medication. A couple of months later, I tried to get back in touch with her through a Christian friend of hers whose email she had given me. Her friend said that she regularly sent her nasty texts but that hadn't affected their friendship and she would try to find out her side of the story. Then I got another email from the girl with Aspergers which I assumed would be her getting back in touch and letting me know we could still be friends. Instead she resorted to calling me a "self-centred bastard" and a "low life".
Sorry about that above paragraph. It didn't really fit into this thread. God, I can't understand why I still even bother to think about that girl. It's only because I still feel really hurt and angry about the way she wrote to me. Sometimes I've felt like writing to her and telling her what a nasty little cunt she is. But there's no point as she believes that she's always in the right and it would just turn into a slanging match. That's not something I want in my life even if I still have bad memories which won't go away.
My memory has always been my biggest enemy. I can be hurt about something years after it happened. And why? Because my fucked up brain won't let me forget about things.
Anyway, back to women revealing themselves sexually... For a long time I felt very envious of couples and it was another thing that my mind could easily become obsessed with. If I saw two people kissing I used to feel a real sense of loss that I had never experienced what they'd got. (I'd even stop watching TV and films if there were kissing or sex scenes but now I'm more tolerant of it.). I also feel tortured when I see a woman I like the look of and she doesn't have to be wearing flip flops. I've found it particularly frustrating when there's been a girl at work that I've been really interested in. I was relieved when I finished working at one place because I knew I was never going to be able to talk to this girl although I thought about her a lot. The closest I got to conversation with her was asking her if she knew how the photocopier worked!!!
I've avoided many social occasions because I can envisage myself being on edge and not being able to have a good time and let myself go. The more emphasis my mind puts on meeting a woman the harder it is for me to achieve this so I've reduced much of the frustration by simply not giving myself a chance.
I find men's feet disgusting and not remotely erotic. In fact, when I see men's feet, I get a bad taste in my mouth and occasionally think I'm going to be physically sick. I also don't like the way some men go shirtless in summer ("Look at me and my fuckin' physique!! I'm well 'ard with me tattoos!") and show off their hairy legs. Basically, because I'm very modest, I find immodesty very off-putting. But, of course, when it's an attractive woman being immodest about her body, it's difficult not to find that sexually arousing.
The initial desire for wanting a girlfriend who shows off her feet in public was to satisfy my sexual frustration. Because of the past dislike of feet, there was another side to it. If you can imagine someone who for years has hated a particular race or nation of people and then one day they start to ask themselves "What the fuck is this all about? Why do I hate black people so much? They've never actually done anything against me!" And then that person possibly goes the other way and wants to devote his life to black people. The love/hate relationship with bare feet (and particularly with regards to flip flops which for many years I regarded as stupid sub-standard footwear rather than the glamorous, glorified fashionable "shoes" that the media now sees them as) is in some ways like that. I've been trying to accept something I once strongly disliked but it has turned into an unhealthy obsession that I'm not in control of. (Except, of course, that I do know I could never touch or attack a woman because of how she dressed however sexually alluring I found her.)
Psychotherapy is something I have certainly considered but I've yet to find someone who I could feel comfortable talking about this with. I feel more anonymous on boards like this though it's not something I like to share with my family and friends even though some of them do know I have a problem with feet and flip flops which is why I spend most of the summer indoors.
I used to regard women who reveal themselves in a way that others never would as "insensitive". My obsession became exacerbated by things like fashion magazines and clothes catalogues with pictures of models (often showing off their feet in ludicrously exotic styles of open-toed footwear that I have, fortunately, yet to see on the streets!!) Inext to crass slogans like "If you've got it - flaunt it!!" Yeah, I found these pictures sexy but at the same time I thought about the poor women who suffer from negative self-image and don't feel comfortable showing off their body parts in public. We're not all gifted, if that's even the right word, with tendencies towards narcissism and self-love! I feel contemptuous of magazines, catalogues, TV shows (Trinny and Susannah - I'm looking at you!) and other media that tries to brainwash people into dressing in a particular way because some nutjob designer has come up with what he or she believes everyone should be wearing!
At the same time, I'm highly sensitive of that media and the sheep who fall for it who would be quick enough to criticise me for the rather plain way that I dress. I once wrote a very long piece which began with the line "The clothes don't make the person." I try to tell myself that when I'm attracted to certain types of clothing, not just footwear - my impression is made of the whole person despye it being physical attraction. But the problem is human nature. We can't choose who we're attracted to and we're all geared up to be sexual beings.
feet put me of for some reason,cant stand people with smelly feet.
i think what probably makes feet attractive is this very fact. anything that brings our attention to a certain part of the body. It could be ugly to or downright discusting but we may have an obsession with that part of the body because we are unsure of it. there is nothing particularly special about feet but I think people are drawn to them because they say something about a person's body. they are like a body-statement...like boobs-
there are many different types of boobs out there like there are many diff types of feet. if you think about it boobs are nothing but bags of fat. they are probably less interesting than feet!...so being that a lot of men have an obsession with boobs, I can CLEARLY understand your obsession with feet...you aren't crazy or anything.
Joined: Oct 31, 2005 Posts: 70 Location: Worcestershire, UK
Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2006 4:58 pm Post subject:
Hi Carebear!
It's good to hear from someone who can understand my obsession with feet. There is this tendency in our society to focus on things that we find disgusting, often in the name of humour! Why else would there be so many jokes made about body fluids and that type of thing? I've heard several people say that a person can be attracted to something they find repulsive! Or be interested in things that are grotesque....
Somebody once used a phrase "To escape the horror bury yourself in it". My own interpretation of that was that by becoming obsessed with something you disliked or found disturbing and shocking, the shock of it would wear off. There've been a few things I've initially disliked that I've ended up becoming obsessed with. Some of these obsessions have died a death. (Can I say "death" on here?!?)
I've never found boobs very exciting. An ex-friend of mine was obsessed with women's boobs and loved to indulge in sexist humour. Benny Hill i think his name was...
Another guy I know is obsessed with women's arses and can be really vulgar sometimes. I actually find this talk a bit offensive, especially when he comes out with such perverted gems as "I'd like to smash in her backdoors!" Not pleasant being in his company when he's like that...
Cutefluffykitten, I envy you, I really do! I long for the opportunity to make love like that!! Did you get my last PM by the way? Hope you weren't too put off by me talking about my friend who died in February. I really miss him some days. He hated the sight of feet and couldn't understand what I could possibly see in them. But he was fascinated by science and religion and did Bible studies for some time. I like to think Jesus loved him too...
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I'm also not proud (though not ashamed) to admit that, for some inexplicable reason, I've spent much of my wasted life finding myself attracted to women's bare feet. 
And neither is my mindless obsession which has plagued me since I was a shy and hopeless adolescent. 
Why the fuck couldn't I have just been a "bottoms 'n' boobs" man? 
Why did I have to specifically notice feet?
I wanted to have sex with women who wear flip flops. 
As the shame of my feelings wore off and my sex drive dwindled, I put more emphasis on wanting a relationship with women who show off their feet in public. 
It would be like someone who is so obsessed with a particular hair colour or maybe spectacles frames that they are stupidly in awe of this person who they have never met. Why don't I just have hypnotherapy? Or ECT?? Or a lobotomy???
(I've been called this before), feel free to write. It'll be lovely to hear from you!
But he was fascinated by science and religion and did Bible studies for some time. I like to think Jesus loved him too...