02.26
So I met this chic on the Internet right… She said on her profile that she was 6’0” and I am just a hair shy of 6’2” so I figured we should be at least eye to eye right? So I entered in knowing she was gonna be tall, but she talked like she was happy with her looks. Confident that I would be attracted to her so I figured I would take a shot and meet her for drinks, who knows maybe she would turn out awesome. You never know right? Well she was my age, which should have clued me in that she was gonna look old. I rarely ever date women my age unless they have no kids and are still really good looking. From the pics she had up there she was clearly not fat so I went ahead and setup a meet up.
So the night of the meet comes and she seems clearly nervous leading up. I figured well she tells me it’s been a while since she went on a real date so I paid no attention. Well we show up at the pool hall we were gonna shoot pool was our first idea. I was waiting out front and up she comes in a hoodie and jeans. . . A hoodie?? WTF? This is a date! Then I realize she isn’t walking on a curb like I originally thought, she was just on the other side of the cars. She gets all the way up to me and I am suddenly looking at her chin. This is interesting! Like I said I am 6’2”, I can count the number of times I have met girls taller than me on one hand. This girl was at least 6’3 & a half! Maybe more, like I said, she was all hoodie and slouching with hand in her pockets. I mean it WAS cold that night. I regretted not bringing a jacket, so I understand why she might have just threw on the hoodie from the car last minute cause I would have thought about it had I had a hoodie in the car. At any rate, here I am with Sasquatch, sitting at the bar slurping down vodka cranberry’s. I decided to pay it no mind and try to have a good time. Turns out she was actually not completely boring!
This is usually the case, people who were not born with good looks have to develop good personalities in order for people to want to hang out with them. Hot chics just be hot and get what they want. All they need is their looks to get them anything and everything they want. Who needs to know how to make conversation when you are hot? Why develop a sense of humor? It’s just not a good way to spend your time if you’re a hot chic. At any rate, I quickly ordered a series of stiff drinks to lubricate the situation. I find that alcohol can make almost any situation more enjoyable. Think about it, would you like to goto a Family Christmas party? Maybe not, but how about a Family Christmas party with an open bar and a keg? Exactly. Plus I figured shit, how many times do you get to interview a true giant?
It was just as I suspected, she had plenty of weird stories. Including how she is wealthy without doing anything by somehow getting knocked up by a guy with wealthy parents. She tells me they pay for everything. WTF is that? So you are used to not having to work for anything? But it was impossible to ignore the size difference. I mean at one point she checked to make sure her seat wasn’t somehow raised up higher than mine!! Uh no bitch, were you not aware how tall you are? I’m serious like looking for the release lever that would make her bar stool as low as mine. WE AREN’T IN OFFICE CHAIRS!! Oh well it really wasn’t that interesting so I sobered up and headed home. Better luck next time Skunk!











