Oh man, you hit THE spot. Not just a foot massage, but any massage. If you've followed any of my questions and answers, you know that my wife is, in fact, all that. But the one thing that she is not is a willing giver or receiver of massages. When I was dating, this was a big deal to me. This was one of those things that was high up at the top of my 'list'. Did it have to lead to more? No. It did not. But it often did and that was a bonus. But when it came down to decision time, I decided that on balance, to let that one go and have been cool with it.
That being said, I will share a 'fantasy' I once had. After we got married, I was in Salem traveling for business. I went to dinner at this nice restaurant by myself. As I sat there I noticed the restaurant's hostess. She was a pretty little blonde and she was working her butt off makig sure that everyone was happy and well tended. She was amazing in her charm, grace and alacrity. At one point I noticed her leaning against a door jam, just for a moment. I wondered what she would do if I called her over and asked her if she would let me walk her home after work, sit her in a comfortable chair, get HER a glass of wine and, with no expectations or other intent, give her a foot massage. I have played this evening over in my mind many times. Of course she'd have thought me a freak and probably would have asked me to leave, but in my mind I saw her falling asleep in that chair, me kissing her on the forehead and quietly leaving, always with her wondering who that man was.