Anonymous wrote:Thanks for getting me to Google "fupa."
Not a break up, but a refusal to date. I really liked a guy, very attractive, nice, cool, great chemistry. We hadn't actually dated, just flirted a lot. I was sure this was going somewhere. But he stopped by my apartment in flip flops one summer afternoon, and I saw his bare feet, which were just too gross. Yellow, dirty, long toenails. That changed my feelings for him 100%.
He's definitely not one that got away. I still know him 20 years later. He's an artist and musician, no regular income, and has been living in his van for years. I see it parked behind his friend's business with an extension cord running from the van window to the building's window.
I bet his toenails are even longer and yellower now. Ew!