....because, just then, my blind date had arrived. He was quite a handsome fellow, too, if not exactly how I pictured him in my mind (never quite happens that way, huh?). But given the fact his date had a pair of feet large enough to flatten him underneath, his looks were the last thing on my mind. I squeezed my feet underneath the table as best I could, and greeted him with a friendly, if nervous smile.

My situation wasn't getting better though. My feet were enormous, and filling most of the space underneath the table. I could even feel his feet tapping against one of my toes. This was getting out of hand and fast.

Not to mention, it was only about to get worse.