I'd had this long-term high school friend who'd been dating the same guy since we were 17. The day we first met, he was wearing flip-flops - even back then, teenage me instantly locked onto those big feet, mentally bookmarking them for life.
Years later, I saw her IG story with "moving on" music vibes. Dug deeper - they'd recently broken up. Checked his profile: he was back in our city at his family's place. Didn't hesitate - slid into his DMs with an invite. He didn't either.
 
He showed up on his delivery bike, now working freelance gigs. Asked about the breakup - "It's been dead for ages, needed freedom," blah blah. Cut the small talk, dragged his feet onto the studio puff and hit record.
After years of creeping his profile - zooming on shoe pics, replaying that first flip-flop sighting - finally tasting his foot stank? Heaven. Those narrow toes sliding down my throat? Core memory unlocked.