Dan was normally shy around women, except when he was standing in front of an older woman.
It was somehow easier for Dan to put sentences together, as he found older women sexy as anything.
Spring was the greatest season for Dan, as he knew women would remove their winter clothes and walk around in the sexiest dresses, walked around in sandals showing their painted toenails.
When Dan saw a woman's painted toenails, he had trouble breathing, almost like a panic attack, but he would have a smile on his face.
On Tuesday morning he stopped at the Main Street Floral shop, hoping to talk with its owner, Joan about a floral arrangement he wanted to send.
He had met with Joan during the winter when she was bundled up when he needed other flowers, and he thought she was the sexiest woman on Earth.
Joan was maybe 25 years older than Dan's age of 25, he surmised.
Today when she walked through into the main showroom, she was a vision of beauty.
Wearing a floral dress with yellow, pink and blue shades, her blonde curly hair bouncing with each step, her blue eyes looked dreamy, her red lips were kissable, her shoulders were bare, creamy white skin, and suddenly Joan's sexiest feature. That is until Dan caught a view of her feet. Joan had small feet, was wearing really adorable dark brown sandals, had red nail polish on her toes, and a ring on her "ring toe."
Dan stopped speaking. He stopped breathing.
"Hello Dan, do you want today?" Joan asked.
"You look so awesome today," he said. "I'm really impressed with your toe ring."
Joan did a a double-take, her eyes got wide, and she lifted her foot onto the counter in front of Dan.
"You mean this toe?" Joan said in a sweet low voice.
Dan felt his heart beating twice as fast as usual. He was perspiring on his face and armpits.
Joan saw him struggling and placed her hand on Dan's face. "Relax, my darling man. What is it you want to say?"
