On day 307, I attempted to commit an act of love that I’ve been meaning to commit since day 1 of the blog: I played footsies with you while we ate dinner.
At first, you weren’t sure who was touching your foot. When you realized it was me, I don’t think you knew what I was trying to do. I tried to keep it up a little more, but you seemed confused about what was going on. And I was too embarrassed to tell you. So I stopped. Maybe I should’ve persisted, but I didn’t. I should attempt this again.