a gap of about 16 years
 I had a little childhood memory flashback while Rachel shopped for shoes today.
I remember I always liked having my foot measured with that metal, foot-measuring thing-a-ma-jig.
What really felt good is when the shoe clerk would line up that little doo-hickey along the ball of my foot (see photo). It gave me this kind of warm-fuzzy, goose-bumpie feeling.
Unfortunately, it only took about three seconds at the most for the shoe clerk to line up that little doo-hickey with the ball of my foot.
I think I used to get a lot of pleasure out of incidental sensations like this since, growing up in a protestant family, there was a gap of about 16 years when I didn't get much in the way of affection or warmth.
Pretty much after you're done being a protestant baby, you gotta wait until you get laid before you feel the touch of another human being.
(And now check this out: me and Rachel are part of a new list of Tampa Bay blogs featured in the St. Pete Times. Fantastic!)
8:36:05 PM 
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