My entire life in Lifts
My fiancee, bless her heart, towers over me personally. I’m five foot seven on okay Cupid (five legs six IRL), she actually is a lithe five feet nine by bedtime. Whenever she wears heels, we seem like the initial and final bars of the mobile sign.
After six several years of dating, that straight disparity is not one thing we speak about much any longer, unless a bulb requires changing or another couple is seen by us regarding the street with comparable proportions. (“Oooh, look—it’s us but white! (more…)