How many women have run away screaming or quietly slipped out the back door when you weren't looking? Based on the way you described your relationship with this board, I can see the following scene unfold: Her: "What are you doing?" OptoDoc: "Taking pictures of my feet. I've got a bunch of buddies on the internet that I've never met, but we take pictures of our feet to share with each other." Her: Blank stare. OptoDoc: Wiping a tear from his eye, "I love those guys." Her: Continued blank stare, while waiting for the punch line. OptoDoc: "What? I'm not making this up. Look, see, I have pictures of all my friends on my hard drive." Her: Look of abject horror when she sees OptoDoc's entire hard drive is filled with pictures of mens' feet. OptoDoc: "See, this is Cold Iron, he really likes boots. And, Seven Fold, he really likes his shell leeds. And . . . hey, wait, where'd you go?" *sound of the back door slamming as OptoDoc goes back to looking at his pictures of shoes and talking to himself.