Back when I first moved to Kuala Lumpur, I didn’t have many friends yet. Most of my evenings were spent online in Yahoo chat rooms and honestly, I made more friends there than in real life.
One day, I started chatting with this Indian guy who said he worked for a Malaysian road construction company. Totally normal conversations at first we talked about interests, passions, hobbies… the usual casual-friend stuff.
Then one evening, out of nowhere, he asked: “How is your leg?”
I blinked at the screen. Odd question, but okay.
“Both my legs are fine,” I typed. “They’re where they should be.”
A pause. Then he replied: “Where your foot now?”
…Excuse me? I stared at the message, imagining my feet living separate lives somewhere else. 😂
“They’re where they should be,” I repeated.
“Where?” he insisted. I sighed and typed back, deadpan: “Here with me… under the table… side by side : the left and the right.”
“That is awesome…” he replied. I thought the conversation was over.
But then, he dropped this one: “Do you have a picture of your foot?”
I froze. My foot? Usually, people ask for your face. Not… your foot. I tried to brush it off. I started talking about foot reflexology how I love going for it, how important it is for blood circulation, how relaxing it feels… especially when the massager presses hard on the exact spot.
What I didn’t realise was that, for a foot fetishist, this was basically sex talk. No wonder he kept replying: “That is awesome…”
“That is… really awesome.”
“Do you have a picture of your foot?” he asked again.
At this point, the penny dropped. Then it came to me.. Ah! Foot fetish guy. I’d read about people like this before you know, like that gossip about the Duchess of Sussex caught in a boat with her friend, stroking her foot.
So I asked him straight: “You… have a thing for feet, is it?” To my surprise, he admitted it!
“Yes… does that make me weird to you?”
I told him honestly: “No lah. It’s fascinating to finally talk to one! I mean, people steal underwear, bras, even shoes… this is just another version of that. I don’t look down on it.”
He sounded so relieved. But of course, my nurse brain switched on. Curiosity kicked in. “So… what happens if you come across someone with a diabetic foot? Like, one toe missing. What then?”
Because I couldn’t help imagining it: him all excited, peeling off a sock… only to find one toe gone.
He paused, then calmly replied: “Then… you need to be brave.”
I nearly fell off my chair laughing. And then of course he asked for a foot picture again. So I said, “Sure.” I sent him a picture of Mother Kali’s foot you know, the one Tantrics use for worship, praying at the feet of their guru or goddess.
Two seconds later… Offline. Blocked. Gone.
Guess Mother Kali wasn’t his type.
