No one would have ever pegged my girlfriend, Janet, as the kind of girl who’d be into showing off her feet. I met her senior year when we were both working at the college library. She was petite and pretty, with long brown hair and glasses — certainly not mousy, which is a word often attached to female librarians. Instead, she had an abstract quality suggesting she was always thinking deep thoughts, but she also had a wicked sense of humor.

We’d been dating maybe five months and were right at that point where we were just getting really comfortable with each other. Comfortable enough that we’d stopped worrying too much about whether the other considered anything we did or said was weird. At that time, Janet’s thing was watching adult movies online, and if you’ve spent any time at all... Read More