Can I tell my side of the story??
When we went and rode through the national forest, I was waaaaay more focused on how handsome my future husband was, and how nice his butt was as he sat in the saddle, and how nice it was to be with him, to worry about his hands or his feet being 'thusly'. He looked like every picture of the 'cowboy riding the range' we all fell in love with as young girls. He could have been wearing clown shoes for all I knew.
Point is, enjoy your ride. I can honestly tell you than when I ride with my 'old cow hand' husband (and he is older than me :) ) I am much more into spending time with him than I am about his propriety in the saddle.