there’s an older dude in our office who reminded me of a fun uncle. he was kind of like Regis in need of his Kelly. very generous guy, kind of sensitive in his geriatric ways. he and his wife never had kids, yet he had this fatherly quality about him. just a down to earth nice guy.

the type of guy who would notice a new haircut or a new pair of shoes. who could talk about handbags or the latest release of the new OPI colors. it was impressive when he started rattling off various brands of nail polish and their colors. a few of us thought he might be gay. whatever, who cares?

during our daily coffee runs he’d remark on new shoes, or the buckles on someone’s boots. might even mention he liked the type of heel on the boot. i mean, a little strange, but we thought nothing of it. he’s just making conversation cuz he’s a nice guy.

or so i thought until i found out from Folgers that Regis was actually a dirty old man with a foot fetish. now questions like, “what’s your favorite brand of shoes” or “how many pairs of heels do you own” or “do you keep your toe nails painted” take on a different meaning. now we are all totally creeped and grossed out.

i liked it better when he was just Regis. now he’s dirty Regis. do you think Kelly has to put up with this?