You were not blind
As I had feared
Just short, one inch
Above midget status.
Walking down the street
I would wonder
"Where did my date go?"
You would be right next to me
Staring at my groin.
At the resteraunt you joked
About buying me a mistletoe
Belt buckle. Yet even this did not
Turn me on.
I felt so old standing beside you
In that children's book section
Like your middle-aged father
We were the same age but
I should have been arrested anyway.
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There goes the last DJ. Who says want he wants to say, plays what he wants to play.
-Tom Petty
I've been on one blind date. He held my hand. His name was Marvin. I went to a women's college, which made it much more exciting and romantic than it sounds. He, too, was shorter than me.
My god, I'm listening to this new Tom Petty album, and he's tearing it up, just like us! Hell yeah!
We are so freakin' awesome. That Coors Light has filled me with such confidence that, if I were to meet Tom Petty right now, I would look him straight in the eye.
Couples where the woman is taller than the man freak me out. But that's because I'm not particularly short, so a woman would have to be genuinely TALL (with the capitals and everything) to be taller than me. And that would freak me out. So, to sum up, by implication of a hypothetical relationship I may one day have with a TALL woman, relationships in which the woman is taller freak me out.
Yeah. Sorry.
next time you're on a date with a tall woman, Jimi, just pretend she's one of those towering tripods the aliens use in War of the Worlds.
I guess I'm just a romantic.
Should you then aim for her soft underbelly after having probed gently for weaknesses in her defensive shields?
Amethyst...how you managed to turn the tripod reference into erotic sentiment is beyond me, but that's what you've done here. *sigh* Now I really want a tripod girlfriend.
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