I like him, he’s cool. I wanna talk to him, pick his mind, talk about life. if only he can come closer, say hi, give me an awkward “strangers” hug. Poor guy eventually catches on and walks over then oh-ooh, I can see the top of his head!!!!
Where are all the tall men out there?
I wanna cuddle up in bed next to him and feel like a tiny, protected, fragile me and disappear in his arms. Instead of trying to bend my legs so they don’t stick out in bed, and curl up behind him so he doesn’t realise my legs can go as far as his waist.
I want to be lifted off my feet and spun around like a 5-year-old. And kissed all the way to the bedroom in his arms.
Instead of walking all the way there with my head hanging low because, poor guy thought he had muscle enough to carry all 171cm of me.
And rather found himself bruised all round balancing with everything in sight before finally, with the last breath remaining in him, throws in the towel and admits defeat.
Unlike most women I know, shoe shopping becomes the worst pain of them all, not because my feet are so big they only fit in the men’s section.
To the contrary, they are a perfect 4, but every pair I fall in love with means that I bow down at every door and everyone talking to me starts suffering from neck strains looking up at me.
Thank Gawd the “turned-up” pants and jeans have become the trend, saving you from being embarrassed about your pants and jeans that never quite touch the ankle (qatha out)… lol.
Hair up-dos have become a no-no, you are already taller than everyone else in the club, men women combined, you don’t wanna make matters worse extending the inches!!!
The store version of a micro mini skirt is enough to cover your waist, or perhaps be creative and make it a boob tube, otherwise stick to the normal ones that serve to cover everyone else’s legs but yours.
You see the runway called life?
Walk tall, Tallie.
Giraffes get to taste the freshest, ripest fruits without much effort.
Isn’t that awesome?
So can you,
Enjoy the ripest fruits of life.