There is a Karmic Rule of Kink (KROK), and it goes something like this: "Dump the honest foot fetishist and you will marry the dishonest necrophiliac." Break up with a guy over his relatively tame fetish - and a foot fetish is about as tame as they get - and KROK will make sure your next boyfriend is some lying corpsefucker who tells you only what you want to hear. ("Honestly, honey, I only like live girls!") Only after you've married the corpsefucker and had a few kids - once extricating yourself from the marriage becomes a hugely complicated ordeal - will he ask you to lie in a tub of ice until you're good and cold. And when you're lying in that tub of ice - and odds are you will, because you won't want to put your poor kids through a divorce - you'll remember that sweet, harmless foot fetishist whose heart you broke back in college, the man you could have married.