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I was walking down Broxton Street in Westwood the other day and an attractive 50 something homeless guy called out... "Hey, pretty toes!" Well, you know how manicured I am and I had to smile. The smile encouraged him and he asked me, "If I win the lottery, will you go out with me?" I grinned and said, "Of Course!" I never respond to overtures from people on the street, but I was just so charmed. Apparently, if you compliment my toes, I'm all yours! He then asked me if I would marry him. I told him, "Sorry, Already Married!" I smiled and walked away. Truly, he'd made my day.
Today, I walked down the same street and I witnessed this same man taking to task a university student (UCLA is right here) who had berated one of his fellow street people. He was quite emphatic and very eloquent. He didn't see me, but I was impressed by his passion and compassion.
I was heading down to buy a newspaper so I'd have something to read while I had my solitary dinner. I returned the same way. He saw me 1/2 a block away. "Oh, there she is! Pretty toes! He greeted me and I acknowledged him. He asked again..."We'll go to dinner, right? When I win the lottery?" I said, "Oh! Yes! Of Course!" (I was taken with him.) This time he asked me to leave my husband. He said he'd give me all the money. Oh, what a gift, to have a stranger (now apparently my friend and fiance) offer such a gift. I said, "Oh, yes!"
I've made a friend.
The delight he and I shared is a gift and totally unexpected. "Pretty Toes" was a very good line, to me. It worked. Who knew? He made me smile. That created a connection. I trust that this lovely homeless guy will look out for me now. I love that. I love that he noticed my toes. Silly, but, what are relationships really built on? Casual comments? Yeah, you know, I think so.
I look forward to seeing my admirer again. I know he has also become my protector. For me, a very comforting thought.
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Oddly, I have my own "Toes" story. I was in an elevator and a middle-aged, very well dressed man looked at my french-manicured and rhinestone studded pedicure and said in a heavily accented English - "Ma-dam...you have such beautiful feet." I realized, if his English were his first language, he probably would have just said "Hey, cool toes" - but I loved his formal compliment. I still get a kick out of this!
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