I know your type. You look down …..trying to see what type of shoes a girl is wearing. You look down, imagining her feet at eye level. You are obsessed with them. And more importantly, obsessed with my feet. You love the way my feet look in a perfect pair of heels. Seeing my arches peek out. The cleavage of my toes after I slip them on. You’re obsessed….it’s ok…. I want you that way.