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Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “short.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!
I hate short men, always have done. The ones I seemed to meet were all pumped up pompous asses with chips on their shoulders the size of Gibraltar.
It’s not that I’m overly tall, but short boyfriends were a disaster, and even I drew the line at standing in the gutter for a kiss goodnight!
One guy even lied about his height before we met, saying he was five feet ten. Sure, standing on a box. He was actually five feet three to my five feet seven. Our romance was short-lived.
Husband Number One was shorter than me.
I wore flats at our wedding, he had the two-inch heels, and still I towered above his head. He blamed my tiara. Yeah, right.
Now Hubby’s got the short straw and I’m still shrinking.
Whereas before I’d snuggly fit under his chin when we were dancing, now there is a distinct gap of two inches.
Nice to feel sheltered and protected by The Big Guy.
I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes!
In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too.
On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts.
From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives.
We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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A lie of one or two inches, I can understand- not approve, but understand- but a 7 inch lie is just too blatant and a deal breaker from the get go. I love that my husband is noticeably taller than me, even though I got a crick in my neck when we were dating.
Ha! Love it! I once dated a 6 foot 7 gentle giant and had the same problem. Lovely guy, but not for me.
Some of them suffer from “short man syndrome”
I know, and they all seemed to cross my path (sigh) 🙂
Lol lol lol. Love this!
Thanks Rosemary. Glad you dropped by!
Being tall, I’ve never been fond of short men. The one’s that courted me seemed to carry a chip the size of China on their shoulders as well. Luckily my husband is taller than I am 🙂