Well it was, 29 years ago today. You can bet my husband is thinking about it and will mention it at least once today.
It wasn't so much like an initiation as a game of truth or dare, with just the dares. I don't know about today, but 30 years ago there were activities like that when joining a group. In high school we had to do silly stuff like that to join the NHS, embarrassing but innocent.
As for excited, yes and no. It was kinda neat to be the center of attention in this new group, and what happened made me a "celebrity" moving forward. And if Jeff and I had been able to process the whole thing for what it was, it's possible that it would have faded some with time. But it had such a huge effect on our relationship then, and still does today. Feet and tickling have been one of the major points of stress in our relationship, but we have endured. I am "into" tickling because he is. I have learned to enjoy the after-effects of it, and I do enjoy torturing him because he gets so turned on.
Anyway, May 3, 1986.