Now I do not consider myself a naïve child, and I generally have confidence in my choices even when everybody tells me I am wrong, with a few exceptions; this story being one of them.
I was in a nice park by the Louvre, sitting down a blanket, while my friend was on the phone. After realizing it was her mom, she stood up to go talk to her somewhere a little more quiet, leaving me, alone, on a blanket.
It was like he just came out of the shrubbery.
He spotted me almost instantly.
Now, my french is not trés bien, but I can speak and understand at at leaaaast at a third grade level. Anyways, the small french man approached me. I was a bit scared at first, then he said to me that he was an artist, so, being me, I suddenly acted very interested in whatever he was saying.
He told me he took pictures of people, and their feet. He showed me some photographs he had taken, and they seemed pretty legit, so I agreed.
I thought this was going to be a simple process, that he was going to take a few pictures then leave, but no. I was very wrong.
He started to touch them, and arrange them in certain ways, which I didn't think was too out of the ordinary, until he told me they were beautiful, and...sweet. Then I got a little nervous...
Suddenly he started getting really into taking the pictures. He was getting my feet from all angles, and instructing me to "move them naturally," because "it is more beautiful that way."
Of course I couldn't move my feet naturally, I would have had to be in a comfortable, relaxed situation to do that. Instead I was moving my toes like they were doing little miniature toe crunches.
This went on for about 6.7 minutes before my friend came over and sat down awkwardly. The three of us kind of sat still for a couple of seconds before he said he should be going. But of course it couldn't end so easily. He turn to my friend and asks to take pictures of her feet, but very quickly she answers with a strong NO, then he asks if anyone wants a foot massage.
Upon our reaction to this questions, he jumped right back into the shrubbery from whence he came.
I still have nightmares of my feet on some french foot fetish website called footbabes.com, or like lesbellespieds.fr.
Let's just hope these photos don't get leaked at some point, they could just ruin my chance at becoming President.