Don't Harass the Tall Girl

A day of social progress for tall people everywhere

2008-11-05T21:52:00.001-08:00

Nov 4, 2008 was a day of monumental change. No, not because of the election. It was the day when my favorite tall clothing store, Long Tall Sally, launched its American website. That means no more outrageous UK conversion rates, international shipping rates, or duty import taxes. I can't even tell you how much easier this makes my life.

Coincidentally, Nov 4, 2008 was also the day my very first order arrived from Gap.com/OldNavy.com/BananaRepublic.com. I had heard they had tall sizes, but was afraid to try them for fear they wouldn't be tall enough. Well, the clothes have come, and they are perfect. Nice long arms and bodies on the sweaters. And Old Navy and Gap are very reasonably priced. So this open up a whole new world of shopping possibilities for me. I am over the moon.

Hope your election day went as well as mine.

Scene 222: CVS Pharmacy

2008-11-03T17:16:00.000-08:00

You guys are so sweet. I've been getting a lot of requests to bring back the tall blog. That, coupled with the fact that I've gotten some really ridiculous remarks lately make me think I should bring it back. So here goes...

I was picking up photos at the drug store the other day, when this lady gets up right next to me and starts staring at me up and down in awe. She started circling me, ogling me all the while.

Then, even though I was in the middle of a conversation with the clerk behind the counter, she starts telling me about how tall I am. It's as if all of her social skills had flown out the window -- she just had to tell me how tall I was no matter if I was in the middle of a conversation with someone else.

Her eldferly mom was with her and told her to leave me alone. I pretty much just ignored her and kept talking over her to the clerk. As I stood there waiting for my pictures, she said, "You're so tall... but I still think you look feminine."

Oh no she didn't. I pretty much just walked away from her at that point. Here's a tall people interaction tip, in case you can't possibly control yourself and absolutely HAVE TO harass that tall person:

ACCEPTABLE: "You're so tall... AND beautiful!"

NOT ACCEPTABLE: "You're so tall... BUT at least you're beautiful!"

Scene 221: The Dry Cleaners

2006-09-11T09:50:00.000-07:00

I'm dropping off clothes at the front desk, when this Asian guy, about 5-foot-2, comes out of the back to ask:

Asian Dude: Hey, how tall are you?
Me: 6'5"
Asian Dude: You play basketball?
Me: No.
Asian Dude: Volleyball??
Me: No.
Asian Dude: Nothing???
Me: No.

Then he just went back to the back. Why are people so disappointed when they find out I'm not some WNBA star?

Awesome!

2006-09-11T09:45:00.000-07:00

I think I've found my new favorite hotel chain. Kimpton Hotels offers Tall Rooms with 96-inch beds, raised shower heads, mirrors, toilets, door frames, ceiling and bathrobes. I can't wait to stay there!!

Scene 220: The Mall

2006-09-06T22:12:00.000-07:00

I'm walking in the mall, when I hear a faint little voice call up to me from far, far below. It's this tiny, frail old lady with huge glasses. She's maybe four-feet tall and 60lbs. She looks up at me all aghast and says:

Frail Old Lady: Are you seven feet?
Me: No. I'm 6-foot-5.
Frail Old Lady: ALMOST seven feet!
Me: No, not really. 6-foot-5.

What's another 7 inches from all the way down there though, right?

Scenes 218 & 219: Nordstrom Rack & Target

2006-09-04T23:00:00.000-07:00

I'm at the Rack, when this tall lady with an accent comes up and says: "Can I ask you a really weird question?" As always, I'm skeptical that the question is in fact really that weird, so I say yes, ask away. The lady asks where I get my jeans.

Ah-hah, just as I suspected. The question is not weird at all! I tell her. She thanks me, and I go on my way.

No more than 15 minutes later, I'm in Target and this tall lady with a baby comes up and says, "Excuse me, can I ask where you get your jeans?" She apologizes for bothering me, and I tell her it's okay, she's the second person in the last few minutes to ask. Then we chat about where to shop.

So, for the record, I prefer Tall Girls UK, followed by Long Elegant Legs and then Long Tall Sally.

Feel free to harass me for clothing advice if you're a tall lady. I would hope other tall girls would extend me the same courtesy.

Scene 217: My kitchen

2006-07-07T22:38:00.000-07:00

Speaking of footstools....

The other day a repairman came over to fix our mounted microwave. As he's reaching up trying to unscrew the top of the microwave, he says:

Repairman: Excuse me.... do you happen to have a footstool I could use?
Me: (Thinking, "Are you kidding me?") Um... no.
(Pause)
I don't really need one. You can probably guess why not.
Repairman: I figured. Just thought I'd ask.

Scene 216: Rainbow Library

2006-07-06T23:35:00.000-07:00

So we're at a kids' piano recital. After the recital, Brian, my husband, gets up to get some juice and cookies. All of a sudden, this guy goes up to him and says:

Random guy: Wow, you're tall! Do you have any idea how much money you could make putting things on shelves for other people? I'm serious! You could totally make like $30 per hour! SERIOUSLY! You should totally look into it. You could really make some money!

Now, I wasn't standing right there, so I don't know exactly what Brian said to him. I DO know that Brian was pretty annoyed that the guy just assumed that if he wasn't putting things up on high shelves for money, he was wasting his life away. (Brian is a graphic artist/art director, mind you.) I think Brian just threw out a half-hearted, "Oh yeah?" and then walked back to me and told me the story.

A few minutes later, the guy comes over to the both of us. He sees me and says:

Random guy: Wow, there are two of you! Hey, I think you just found your apprentice! Did he tell you what we talked about? I'M SERIOUS! You guys should look into it. I used to work for the movie industry and they always needed tall people to put things on the high shelves.

Me: They can't just use footstools?

Random guy: No way man, they keep the delicate stuff up top. They don't want to put someone up there on a stool. I'm telling you guys - they're always looking for tall people. It's good money!

I pretty much stopped listening after he repeated himself for the third time.

Later, Brian and I joked that our business name would be something like Top Shelf, Inc. Our logo would be a footstool in a circle with a slash through it. The slogan would be something like: "No one else can put it on the top shelf like we can."

I must say, this is one I definitely had not heard before.

Scene 215: Champagne's Bar

2006-06-20T20:42:00.000-07:00

Alright, I'm back. No, the tall comments didn't stop (I wish). I only got too overwhelmed to post for a while is all. But I'm back now, and I'm going to try and be better about documenting the tall comments. Gotta keep keepin' it real for the angry tall grrrls out there.

Here is one from a few weeks back...

So I'm at this dive karaoke bar, just hanging out with some friends. I move closer to the stage to watch my friend sing, when all of a sudden, this super-drunk lady jumps up and yells out: "OH MY GOD, IT'S WONDER WOMAN!!!"

Now, for those who don't go way back with me on this blog, you have to know, the one tall comment I LOVE to get is the Wonder Woman comment. I will take a comparison to that sexy bitch any day. I don't get it too often, but when I do, it usually makes for a pretty good story.

This lady's name was Julie. She was super-drunk and sooooooo excited to see me. My poor friend's performance got upstaged by everyone wanting to know why this lady was freaking out and calling me Wonder Woman.

I can't remember the conversation exactly. I know she wanted to know my name and all about me. She also wanted a picture with me real bad. While ordinarily I don't like to pose for spontaneous, admission-free, freakshow photos, I made an exception for Julie. One, because in her drunken stupor, she thought I was Wonder Woman (God bless those beer googles), and two, because Julie was super-short - like 4'10" or 4'11". So it was more of a mutually beneficial freakshow photo. See, isn't that nice?

A little while later, it was my turn to sing. Julie was very excited. So excited, she came up to sing with me. Afterword, she commented about how happy it made her that she got to sing karaoke with Wonder Woman.

Scene 214: Pampered Chef Party

2006-02-27T09:31:00.000-08:00

I'm at my friend Vanessa's house.. she's having a Pampered Chef party. The soccer mom doing the demonstrations sees me and says:

Soccer mom: Do people ask you how tall you are all the time?
Me: Yup, all the time.

I'm thinking this is where it's going to end... I kinda have to give her props for having the forethought to realize that I get asked all the time. Good critical thinking skills there, lady. BUT THEN, with deliberate indifference to the conversation we just had, she goes ahead and asks anyway!.....

Soccer mom: How tall ARE YOU?
Me: 6'5"
Soccer mom: Wow, you're so tall.

Thanks for the update, asshat.

Scene 213: Sbarro's

2006-02-20T01:34:00.000-08:00

I'm buying my nephew pizza at the food court, when this guy literally runs out of the back kitchen area toward us and goes:

Wacky foreigner: Your height is seven foot??
Me: No....
Wacky foreigner: It's not? (totally puzzled..)
Me: No.

He turned and went back to the kitchen with his head hanging down. I think he probably lost some kind of bet.

Scene 212: Parking Lot

2006-02-20T01:19:00.000-08:00

I'm walking to my car after lunch w/ a friend. There's a black guy walking toward us who says:

Black guy: Woah, how tall are you?!
Me: 6'5"
Black guy: GOD DAMN!

Scene 211: Court Lobby

2006-02-16T05:38:00.000-08:00

I'm walkling into work and I stop to say something to the girls at the customer service desk. A pudgy guy coming in behind me bumps into me and says:

Pudgy guy: (in awe, in an overstated tone of voice) Oh my gosh, I'm SO sorry.
Me: It's okay.
Pudgy guy: (still in awe-struck, overstated tone) No REALLY. Please forgive me. (Pause) Woah... did you play basketball?
Me: No.
Pudgy guy: WHAT? You NEVER played basketball?? I can't believe it!
Me: Nope. Never. Sorry.

I left him with a totally dumbfounded expression. I guess in his mind he was trying to process how on earth I could be so tall and not be a basketball player.

Scene 210: Bank

2006-02-14T09:42:00.000-08:00

I'm filling out a deposit slip at the counter, when I feel eyes staring at me from behind. I turn around to go see the teller, and this little girl, about 9 years-old, is being dragged along by her mom while staring at me in awe. She finally breaks her silence and releases what's been apparently burning her from within for several seconds now...

Little girl: (As loudly and as clearly as possible.) Mommy, she's tall!
Mom: Yes, she is.

I just looked at her and smiled, to let her know she was heard.

Scene 209: Court

2006-02-11T14:13:00.000-08:00

So this defense attorney rolls into court like 3 hours late and I get called down to handle his case. We hash out a deal and walk up to ask the bailiff to go get the judge. All of a sudden the lawyer realizes how tall I am:

Defense lawyer: Man, you are SO tall!
Me: That's very observant.
Defense lawyer: I just can't get over how tall you are! I've never seen a woman that tall. You are freakin' tall!
Me: Yeah, I know.
Defense lawyer: Your parents HAVE TO be tall.
Me: My mom is 5'4" actually.
Defense lawyer: No way, how tall is your dad?
Me: He was 6'4".
Defense lawyer: So that's where you got your height from.
Me: I don't know... I'm still taller.
Defense lawyer: You played volleyball, huh?
Me: Yes.
Defense lawyer: Were you good?
Me: No.
Defense lawyer: You played basketball, huh?
Me: No.
Defense lawyer: YOU DIDN'T PLAY BASKETBALL??
Me: No, never.
Defense lawyer: Can you dunk?
Me: I don't know. I never tried. Probably not.
Defense lawyer: I can't believe you didn't play basketball. What a waste!
Me: What, I can't be tall just for the sake of being elegant and graceful? I gotta be tall so I can play basketball or else it's a waste?
Defense lawyer: I can't answer that. I'd get in trouble for sexual harassment. I just can't get over the fact that you never played basketball! What a waste of talent!
Me: Sorry I wasted my time on academic pursuits instead, like going to college and law school. Man, you're right, what a waste!
Defense lawyer: You married or have a boyfriend?
Me: Yeah, I'm married.
Defense lawyer: How tall is he?
Me: 6'6"
Defense lawyer: So when are we gonna go out and play some hoops?
Me: I don't know.. you'd have to teach me how to play.

That was about the extent of the conversation. Man, what a tool. I found out later he's the son of a very prominent sherriff here in town. No wonder he was so mouthy.

Scene 208: Parking Lot

2006-02-11T14:03:00.000-08:00

An overweight homeless lady is yelling out to my friend and me from across the parking lot as we're getting into my car.

Fat bum: Hey! Hey you!

My friend makes the mistake of noticing, stopping and asking the bum if she's talking to us.

Fat bum: Woah, you're tall!
Me: Yeah, I know.
Fat bum: How tall are you?
Me:6'5" (rolling eyes, getting into car...)
Fat bum: Hey, wait, do you have a buck so I can get something to eat?
Me: [[SIGH]]

I don't know why I gave her a buck, but I did. Maybe to get her to leave me alone? In retrospect, it pisses me off that she expected money on top of height stats. It should be one or the other, right?

Scene 207: Hamburger Mary's

2006-02-06T10:57:00.000-08:00

So we're at this gay-friendly restaurant/bar, and they just got done showing The Rocky Horror Picture Show. This gay kid who was trying to get us on some mailing list sees me stand up, and says:

Gay kid: Oh my gosh, you're so tall!
Me: Yup.
Gay kid: What are you like, 6'2" or 6'3"?
Me: No, 6'5"
Gay kid: Are you wearing heels?
Me: No.
Gay kid: Wow, I love tall people! I do. I'm really good at guessing heights too. I used to work at Circus Circus at the guess your height booth, and I always loved tall people.

Hmmm.. for loving tall people so much, he certainly was no height expert. Now me, on the other hand... I could make a fortune guessing people's heights.

Scene 206: Superbowl Party

2006-02-06T10:43:00.000-08:00

I'm at a friend's Superbowl Party. I go to the kitchen to get more soda. This other guest sees me and says:

Partygoer #1: Hey, what professional women's basketball team do you play for?!"
Me: Guess.
Partygoer #1: Los Angeles?
Me: No...
Partygoer #2: Las Vegas...
Me: Las Vegas doesn't have a women's basketball team!
Partygoer #1: Arizona?
Me: No...
Partygoer #1: But you do play for one, right? I knew it.
Me: No actually, I don't. Sorry.
Partygoer #1: Awe man. Hey, can I stand next to you?
Me: Sure. (I was in social mode, and he was a friend of a friend, so why not?)
Partygoer #1: Wow.. do you have a boyfriend or husband here?
Me: I have a husband, but he's not here.
Partygoer #1: Can I put my arm around you and introduce you to my friends as my new girfriend?
Me: Sure, why not? (He got points for asking for permission before just manhandling me.)

So we go outside and he introduces me as his new girlfriend. All of his friends were just floored. They kissed my hand and told me I was beautiful, so that was cool... except for the man-drool leftover on my hand.

Scene 205: Court

2006-02-06T10:25:00.000-08:00

Wow, it's been like a month since I last posted, huh? Don't worry, the tall-comments haven't stopped. I just haven't been posting. Sorry.. just got overwhelmed with other things I guess. Hope someone's still out there reading. If not, oh well, here goes my therapy session for today...

First, some background. The reason they call "passing the bar," "passing the bar" is because in a courtroom, there is always a partition with a little door that separates the audience (aka lay people) section from the court officer section. Typically, you can only go past that partition if you A) are a lawyer, or B) are invited to do so by a lawyer. In all other situations, it's the bailiff's job to tackle you if you try and get past that partition.

So I'm in court last Friday, negotiating cases with attorneys on the attorney-side of the courtroom. I am in the middle of discussing a case with an attorney, when I notice a black lady in a flannel shirt standing right next to the prosecution table, looming, no more than 3 inches from me. She's looking at me, obviously wanting to talk to me.

Me: Hi, can I help you w/ something?
Partition jumper: Yes, I have a question to ask you.
Me: Ok... go ahead. (thinking it's about a case)
Partition jumper: How tall are you?
Me: Are you kidding? Is that really what you came all the way over here to ask me?
Partition jumper: Yes.
Me: 6'5". Is that all?
Partition jumper: Yes.

Then she goes back to her seat in the audience. I just have one question: where the hell were the bailiffs?? This girl had no idea what she was doing.. like curiosity and the cat. I really wish they would have tackled her.

Scene 204: First Friday

2006-01-13T23:38:00.000-08:00

So we're running around at the local monthly arts festival, and we stop by this one guy's gallery, who makes woodcarvings. I walk in and he says:

Woodcarver: Hey, how ya doing? When are you going to bring a picture in so I can do one of you?
Me: (Thinking that's cool, is he talking about charging me for a piece or is he just saying he wants to use me as a model?) Seriously?
Woodcarver: Oh yeah, I've been a big fan of yours for a long time. Go UConn!
Me: (Understanding now that this guy thinks I'm Rebecca Lobo, who used to play basketball for the University of Connecticut before she joined the New York Liberty. I decide to go with it and play the part. Why break the guy's heart? He's obviously a big fan who thinks he's meeting someone he admires.) Oh, thanks..
Woodcarver: So you live out here now?
Me: Yeah.
Woodcarver: Lots of basketball players are moving out here now. {Some male basketball player I never heard of] lives out here now, did you know that?
Me: Oh really? I didn't know that!
Woodcarver: And I heard [some female basketball player I'd never heard of] lives out here now too.
Me: Oh yeah, small world! (Ok, now I'm thinking I have to get out of there before he figures out I know nothing about basketball and basketball players, and that I'm not really who he thinks I am.) Alright, well, we have to go.. it was good to meet you.
Woodcarver: You too. I'm serious now. You bring back that picture and I'll make a piece for you. Anytime!
Me: Ok, thanks! Bye!! (rushing to get out of there asap.)

So now I have to try and figure out how to get a free woodcarving out of this fellow without letting on that I'm not really Rebecca Lobo.. Hmmmm....

Scene 203: Mini-Mart

2006-01-08T18:46:00.000-08:00

I run into this mini-mart to get cash for the drive-through, and this black guy who works there comes up and says:

Black guy: Hey, do you play basketball?
Me: Nope.
Black guy: You don't play for New York?
Me: (Smiling, knowing now that he thinks I'm Rebecca Lobo) Nope.
Black guy: You know who I'm talking about though?
Me: Yeah, people think I'm her all the time.
Black guy: That's funny.

Anyway, this is the real Rebecca..

Scene 202: Fireside Lounge @ The Peppermill

2006-01-08T18:02:00.000-08:00

Almost forgot about this other New Year's Eve comment. So it's 3am, and I am dead tired. I am trying to get my group to start heading home, so I stand up to get the group going. These guys at the bar see me, apparently don't see my wedding ring, and one of them basically asks me to come home with him and sleep with him.

In the middle of all of this, a scary, punk-rock gay guy comes barreling at me from out of nowhere and asks:

Scary punk-rock queer: Can I take a picture with you? (Camera in hand, ready to flash)

Now for those who haven't been reading this blog far back enough to remember the Sea World incident, listen carefully.. I HATE BEING ASKED TO POSE FOR PHOTOS BY STRANGERS IN PUBLIC!

Me: (Taking several steps backward and away from him, just in case he tries to snap a quick one w/ out my permission - retreating toward the sleezy guys hitting on me no less) No, actually, you can't.
Scary punk-rock queer: Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean anything by it. I thought you liked being tall.
Me: I DO like being tall. What I don't like, is being treated like a freak.
Scary punk-rock queer: Oh no, you're not a freak. I'M a freak. I'm only 5'3"! Look at me, I'm the freak!
Me: (he wasn't getting any arguments out of me)

I think my husband noticed something was up and interrupted at that point. The scary gay kid scampered off when Brian came over. After all was said and done, I kinda wished I had gotten a picture of him for the blog. He really was a sight to be seen as far as tall-harassers go.

Scene 201: Taco Bell

2006-01-08T00:53:00.000-08:00

I'm at lunch w/ a co-worker. This little girl and her grandma come over and sit down at the table next to ours. I get up to get a refill or something. As I'm walking back to my table, the little girl sees me, stares and says "Whoa..." Grandma says to the little girl:

Granny: She's tall, isn't she? How tall are you anyhow?
Me: 6'5"
Granny: That's beautiful. Do you play basketball?
Me: No.
Granny: Well, it's beautiful anyway.

Scenes 199+200: Downtown Reno on New Year's Eve

2006-01-08T00:25:00.000-08:00

Remember what I said before about Brian and me and crowds? Yeah, well.. So we're standing in the closed-off street in downtown Reno, waiting for the countdown to midnight. These people come up, a guy and a girl.. the guy says:

Man: God damn, you're tall! How tall are you?
Me: 6'5" (as I start walking away)
Chick w/ Him: Girl, you're beautiful, don't ever let anyone tell you otherwise!

Awe, that was nice. Happy drunk people are the best.

Closer to midnight, a little redneck girl with a messed-up grill (that's slang for "really bad teeth") comes up behind me, taps me on the shoulder and asks:

Girl w/ the messed-up grill: Hey, how tall are you?
Me: 6'5"
Girl w/ the messed-up grill: Wow, I wish I was tall. I'm short!
Me: Oh, I'm sorry.
Girl w/ the messed-up grill: It's okay. I've just always wanted to be tall.
Me: Oh. Sorry.
Girl w/ the messed-up grill: It's okay,

Scene 198: Fast Food Place at Casino

2005-12-21T08:06:00.000-08:00

My nephew and I are sitting at a table, waiting for our order when this older lady comes up to us and says:

Older lady: Can I ask how tall you are?
Me: 6'5"
Older lady: Oh wow. The reason I ask is because the doctors say my granddaughter is going to be 6'4" when she grows up.
Me: Yep, kids are getting pretty tall these days..
Older lady: And I saw you standing in line and I thought, "Wow, my granddaughter's going to be tall and beautiful like that some day."
Me: Oh, thanks.

Scene 197: Movie Theater

2005-12-21T08:02:00.000-08:00

My nephew and I are in line for tickets when this lady comes up to us and says:

Random lady: I just HAVE TO KNOW, because my son thinks he's tall, and we were over there trying to figure out how tall you were. How tall are you??
Me: 6'5".
Random lady: Oh wow, 6'5". My son is tall too, he's right over there.
Me: Oh.

As she walked away, my 11-year-old nephew says, "Get your camera out!" No such luck this time - I had brought the small purse. Oh well, maybe next time.

Scene 195: Junior High School Xmas Concert

2005-12-15T08:49:00.001-08:00

Brian and I are at my nephew's winter concert (he's in band). Afterword, we are walking through the hallway, when a little girl approaches me..

Little girl: What's your feet?
Me: What's my feet? You mean how tall am I?
Little girl: Yeah, how many feet are you?

Two other kids huddle in to join in the conversation.

Me: I'm 6 feet and 5 inches.
Little girl & Little kids: Woahhhhh.....

Brian then comes over and the little girl asks him..

Little girl: How many feet are you?
Brian: I'm 6 foot 6.
Little girl & Little kids: WOAHHHHH...

We had to run to catch up to my nephew, so that's when we left..

I found out later from my nephew that some kids in his class were oohing and ahhing when they saw Brian and me walking around before the concert. They didn't know I was his aunt. He told them that I was his aunt and that they better not come up to me and say anything about being tall or else I'd take a picture of them and make fun of them on my blog. Awwwee.. no wonder only 3 kids came up to us. They must've been the only ones who didn't get the memo.

Scene 196: Court

2005-12-15T08:49:00.000-08:00

I can't even keep track anymore. I made a note about someone asking me about basketball at work, but I can't remember the situation. Oh well, basketball harassment logged.

Scene 194: 99-Cent Store

2005-12-12T01:02:00.000-08:00

I'm w/ Brian. The lady working the register sees us and says:

Cashier: Ya'll are tall. How tall are you??
Brian: Guess.
Cashier: 6'6"
Brian: That's right.
Me: Well, I'm 6'5. He's 6'6"
Cashier: Yeah, my brother's about as tall as you guys. Do ya'll play basketball?
Brian: Nope.
Cashier: My brother don't either. Well, he tells people he does, but he don't. He calls himself a basketball player just cuz he's playin' intermurals.

(Everyone in line is apparently eavesdropping on our conversation. They all laugh.)

Scene 193: Xmas Tree Lot

2005-12-12T01:01:00.000-08:00

A huge redneck lumberjack-looking guy sees Brian and I checking out the trees and says:

Huge redneck lumberjack: You guys are tall - do you play basketball?
Me: No. Do you?
Huge redneck lumberjack: No... So you guys find one that you like yet?
Me: Not yet.
Huge redneck lumberjack: Ok, just let me know when you do!
Me: Ok, thanks.

Scene 192: Starbucks

2005-12-11T01:50:00.001-08:00

So the AAA guy comes out to unlock my friend's car after she locked her keys in it at Starbucks. After I was done signing all the forms (we used my membership), the AAA guy, who is like 5'5" says:

AAA Guy: I once had a girlfriend as tall as you.
Me: (Unable to control my shocked reaction) YOU??
AAA Guy: Yeah.
Me: AS TALL AS ME??
AAA Guy: Yeah!
Me: Oh, wow.. Cool.

So then I go inside and start telling my friend about how the AAA guy told me he once dated a girl as tall as me. The Starbucks clerks overhear and one seizes the opportunity:

Starbucks girl: How tall ARE you?
Me: 6'5"
Starbucks girl: Wow, I wish I was 6'5".

I just smiled. I used to tell people "No you don't," but I don't anymore. Like I said before, the rewards of knowing you are "special" far outweigh the disadvantages.

Scene 191: County Building

2005-12-11T01:50:00.000-08:00

I get into the elevator with this lady who is about 5'4". (Did I mention yet that I'm ridiculously good at estimating other people's height? Many theories surrounding why, but that's not what this post is about. Anyway..) Here's how our chat went:

County Worker: I have a really weird question to ask you, I hope you don't mind..
Me: (Somewhat intrigued.. A weird question? How fun, what could it possibly be about???) What is it?
County Worker: How tall are you?
Me: (HEY! That's not a weird question! In fact, that's the SAME OLD QUESTION!! ::SIGH:: Here we go again..) 6'5"
County Worker: (Honestly, I can't really remember what all she said next.. something about her getting jipped in the height department, something about all the tall relatives she's got in her family, something about how she has to hem all her pants... She talked to me about her being short and me being tall all the way to the parking lot, which was like 10 minutes away. She was nice and friendly though, so I won't make fun of her too bad for it.)

Scene 190: Christmas Party

2005-12-11T01:46:00.000-08:00

A short, older black man comes up to me and yells out:

Short older black man: Girl, I am so mad at you for having all that height! It's not fair!
Me: Why are you mad at me? You should be mad at your parents.
Short older black man: (thinks for a moment) Ha! I like you! I like the way you think!

Scene 189: Nail Salon

2005-12-11T01:40:00.000-08:00

I stopped going to my old nail salon. It's a long story. Anyway, I'm at my new nail salon. A young Vietnamese girl comes over and quietly starts working on my nails. After a short while, she points to me and says:

Vietnamese Nail Girl: Tall.... Model.
Me: Oh, no. Thanks.

Scene 188: Clerk's Office

2005-12-11T01:31:00.000-08:00

So the court clerks are decorating the office for the holidays.. I walk past, just as two ladies are trying to figure out how they're going to get the gold bow on top of the Christmas tree. I know exactly what they're going to say.. As soon as the fatter one sees me, she says, "You're tall, put it on top of the tree!" Now, one of my readers complained in the comments section a few posts back about how annoying it is when smaller people expect taller people to do things for them when they can't reach. I actually enjoy doing it though. I think it's kinda my own way of trying to make other people jealous of my height. :-)

Scene 186: Chinese Restaurant

2005-12-03T00:47:00.000-08:00

I ordered some soup to go.. After about 10 minutes of me standing there waiting, the hostess finally breaks her silence and says:

Hostess: You tall.
Me: I know.

Same old same old..

Scene 185: Blockbuster video

2005-11-28T19:26:00.000-08:00

::sigh:: How would I know if God were trying to give me signs that I should be a tall fetish model? So like I blogged before, random girl last week says I should do these Amazon meet-and-greet parties.. I look online and find all kinds of other tall girl sites, like this, this and this.. Then today..

I'm waiting for my nephews to pick out a video game while perusing the latest issue of Blender, when this Latino gay guy comes over and says:

Latino gay guy: Excuse me, can I ask, how tall are you?
Me: 6'5"
Latino gay guy: Oh my gosh, how tall?
Me: 6'5"
Latino gay guy: Wow, well, I'm having a party at this club and I would love for you to be there. (Hands me flyer) Wow, you would be so great to shoot. I'm a photographer. I was just here picking up a magazine with one of my ads in it. I would love to shoot you. I have a makeup person and a hair person. There'd be no charge, I just think it'd be great to take pictures of you. Have you ever done anything like that before?
Me: No, I've been asked but never have. I have too many flaws to be a model.
Latino gay guy: You probably have less than you think. What do you do?
Me: I'm a lawyer...

We proceeded into really uninteresting chit-chat about local attorneys and who his entertainment lawyers were... But basically yeah, the photography is free if I want it. It would take very little effort to get a site up.. I wouldn't have to get nekked.. just give the "tall admirers" some height comparison pictures every few days...

Brian thinks it's a bad idea. I actually do too. It's just there are so many signs! And possible money to be made! This blog alone has had over 16,000 hits since it went up a few months ago.... course Shannon and Todd check back a lot. ;-)

Scene 184: Urgent Care

2005-11-26T23:22:00.000-08:00

This nurse was already on my bad side when she came over and told my nephew to stop rolling around the room on a stool, when he hadn't even moved an inch from my side the entire time we were there. So yeah, I'm walking out of the room a bit later and Bitch-Nurse-The-Kid-Hater says:

Bitch-Nurse-The-Kid-Hater: Wow, you're so tall, you make me feel like a midget!
Me: Yeah, well, you look like a midget.

She actually laughed when I said this. I think she just wasn't expecting me to insult her and maybe she didn't immediately process it.

Scene 183: Court lobby

2005-11-26T23:06:00.000-08:00

The moral of this story is that I should know better than to walk through the customer service waiting area to get from my office upstairs to the courtroom downstairs. So anyway..

I'm walking through the lobby area w/ another attorney and our Victim Advocate. I think I hear a couple of people saying something about me being tall, but I can't really hear what's being said, so I choose to ignore it. When we get around the corner, the Victim Advocate says, "Did you hear those people talking about you? They were pointing and saying 'Man, look how tall she is.'" I say I didn't hear them, then turn around and go back around the corner to see if they're still looking. Sure enough, one lady is stretched all the way across the guy next to her, neck straining to see around the corner, just to get another glance at me. They seem surprised that I've returned and am now glaring at them straight-on. I point my finger at them so they know for-sure I am talking to them, then I point it up and slowly move it back and forth, the way a mom gestures "no" at an ornery child. They seem pretty stunned and don't say anything in response.

Scene 182: Work

2005-11-22T23:38:00.000-08:00

So this stocky, hideous imp of a clerk (about 5') is walking alongside me..

Hideous imp of a clerk: I know you resent being tall, but I just wanted to know - is it hard to find clothes?
Me: (In shock, horror, disbelief) I don't resent being tall, where'd you come up with that??
Hideous imp of a clerk: Well, I just figured you would.
Me: Why? Being tall is awesome. I don't resent being tall at all. I love being tall. It rocks.
Hideous imp of a clerk: Oh, I just figured you might.. no, I'd love to be tall, then I could look down at everybody.
Me: Yeah, it's pretty cool.

How does this bitch know I'm bitter? Have her and the IT lady been reading my blog again? So... now I feel I have to clarify. I LOVE BEING TALL. I LOVE BEING UNIQUE. I AM PROUD OF WHO I AM, PHYSICALLY AND OTHERWISE. If I'm bitter at anything, it's how stupid people act sometimes. So yes, I'm bitter, but not at God or nature or myself - only at the people who bombard me w/ the same bull%$it comments every single day. Would I give up being tall in exchange for being left alone? Probably not..

Scene 181: Court

2005-11-22T23:34:00.000-08:00

Man, these Defendants sure are getting mouthy. While I was trying to find out if this lady wanted to plead her case out, she interrupts me and says, "Woah you're tall, how tall are you?" I didn't even pause - just kept on saying what I was saying and wedged "6'5" in there somewhere.

Scene 180: Movie Theater

2005-11-21T02:18:00.000-08:00

These little kids in karate outfits are handing out flyers for karate classes to everyone walking into the theater. I come in and they just freeze. All 3 of them. They stop talking, stop moving, stop handing stuff out... they just stare up at me in awe. I keep walking past them. As soon as my back is to them, they all start cracking up all at once. (I hate obnoxious little kids.) Anyway, I turn back around and just glare at them - this is enough to wipe the smiles off their wretched little faces.

Scene 179: Dildo party

2005-11-21T01:08:00.000-08:00

My friend was having this "Slumber Party," which is basically like a Tupperware party except instead of selling plastic bowls they sell lube and dildos.. Anyway, I ran into our friend's ex-wife there and she starts telling me about a group of tall women who host parties where men pay to hang out w/ tall women. She said I should do it - that I could make $200 for a couple of hours of drinking and mingling. Hmmm.. somehow I don't think my new husband would approve. Out of curiosity, I tried looking for the group online.. this may or may not be them. Looks like I may not be taking full advantage of this tall thing!

Scene 178: Court

2005-11-21T01:04:00.000-08:00

A defense attorney comes up and asks if I ever played basketball. I say no. He doesn't believe me. He makes me say it again, then demands to know why I never played in high school. I told him I was too angry in high school to be a jock and that I played volleyball for 5 minutes, but it just wasn't my thing.

Scene 177: The bank

2005-11-21T00:55:00.000-08:00

Brian is waiting for me in the bank lobby as I make a deposit. A creepy older guy with a cane and a limp goes up to him and says really loudly - loud enough so that I hear from the other side of the bank:

(paraphrasing - I was a bit preoccupied)

Creepy guy: You're tall!
Brian: Yep.

The guy then spots me.

Creepy guy: Woah, she's tall too! Two tall people in one place!
Brian:What an amazing coincidence.

I think the guy got that Brian was being sarcastic.. I think he asks how tall we are next. Brian tells him. After that, I walk out w/ Brian and the creepy guy follows us out:

Creepy guy: Wow, you guys sure are tall! I wish I was tall!

We don't respond.. just kinda walk away quickly.

Scene 176: Marriage Ceremony

2005-11-18T16:11:00.000-08:00

Thanks for reminding me Shannon. I almost forgot to blog about the tall comment our priest made during our marriage ceremony. First, I love this picture cuz it makes the priest look like a hobbit. :-) I don't remember exactly what he said, cuz I was really nervous, but I think he wanted us to stand on the step so that he could stand in front of us for the exchange of the rings. Well, then he realized he'd look even shorter than he actually was, so he said, "No wait, you guys come down here,": or something to that effect. Is that about it Shannon? Like I said, it's pretty fuzzy.. all I know is there was a height disparity joke thrown in there somewhere.

Scenes 75-175: Wedding and Honeymoon

2005-11-17T14:36:00.000-08:00

We're finally back from our honeymoon - a 7-day cruise to four Hawaiian islands. We had an awesome time. There were SO MANY tall comments - at least 10 a day. I'm not kidding. Because we had to wait in a lot of lines, there was a lot of standing around in large groups, and therefore a lot of height questions and comments. Also, we went on a lot of small tour groups, so we had to introduce ourselves a lot. With introductions come questions about name, occupation, home state, and, for us, height and basketball. Plus everyone was on vacation so they were all pretty friendly and talkative in the elevators. Here are a couple snippets of situations I can still remember..

At our wedding... we are running around outside of the reception, having pictures taken in our wedding attire. People see us and say: "Look, they just got married! Damn, they're tall!"... Later, at the hotel where we have our honeymoon suite booked, I get dropped off at the valet in my wedding dress. Someone says, "Look, a bride!" then someone else says, "That's one tall bride!" Then people started yelling congratulations and everyone in the valet area started clapping. Aweee...

The next morning at the airport.. Three different security personnel asked us how tall we were and whether we played basketball.

Getting on and off the cruise ship.. We had to swipe our shipcards. There were 3 attendants making sure we did, as we walked past the first attendant, she says, "Woah, how tall are you guys? Do you play baskeball?" The same scenario repeated as we walked past the second and third attendants.. as well as 3 more times when we returned to the ship after a shift change....

Also, port security asked a lot of tall questions too. We usually just answered quickly and zipped on through. One boy stood out though, because he came up to me all formal-like and said, "Excuse me ma'am, can I ask how tall you are?" I said, "Sure, 6'5." He asked about basketball. I said I didn't play and he seemed sincerely disappointed.. I hate letting the kids down, but what can you do, lie?

In line at the breakfast buffet.. A lady comes up and asks me if I've ever played basketball for the University of Connecticut. Strangely enough, I get asked that a lot. That and whether I play for the New York Liberty (WNBA basketball team). I knew immediately she thought I was Rebecca Lobo. "No, I'm sorry," I say. She says, "Oh you look like someone on that team." I say, "I know, Rebecca Lobo.. I get that a lot."

During our 3.5 mile hike through Hawaiian backcountry with 4 other couples.. A guy couldn't reach the ripe guava on a tree we were hiking past, so he asked for help from "the basketball player," aka, Brian. Brian went over and helped the guy get his guava. The guy then says, "You do play basketball, right?" Brian says no and everyone in the group acts all surprised cuz they just assumed he did. They didn't bother asking me at anytime though. I surmised that it must have been because of my apparent lack of athleticism on the hike. :-)

At a souvenir shop in Lahaina, Maui.. A couple comes up and asks if I play basketball. I say no, and the man says, "Well, you should." Motherfu@*er. Not another lecture on what I should have done with my life.. I say, "No I shouldn't. You've never seen me play."

Getting off the plane back at home.. A drunk loud guy yells out, "Damn you guys are freakin' tall! I wish I was tall!"

Like I said, there were countless other remarks, but I was on vacation, so I wasn't diligent about remembering them.

Scene 74: Victoria's Secret

2005-11-02T10:10:00.000-08:00

One of the women working there goes up to my best friend and asks her how tall I am. Interesting, that's a new approach. Allison tells her and the lady starts up about how her husband's tall and how her daughter is expected to be really tall, so that's why she's asking. Then I get closer and she repeats the same information for me. Then she starts talking about her brother-in-law who is so tall that he's always sticking out like a sore thumb in the family photos. She thinks this is very funny and laughs and laughs. We feign a chucke to be polite, but I'm not quite sure what is so funny about it.

Sidenote There have been a lot more comments lately since I've been doing a lot of running around, but I've been too scatterbrained to note them/write them down. Sorry! Tall blog on vacation for a while while I get married!!!

Scene 73: The Galleria Mall

2005-11-02T09:59:00.000-08:00

Ah yes, the mall.. always a hotbed for tall comments. These were all good this time. :-)

First: At Claire's..

Girl Behind the Counter: Wow, you're tall. How tall are you?
Me: 6'5"
Girl Behind the Counter: Wow.. is it hard for you to find clothes?
Me: Yes.
Girl Behind the Counter: Where do you get them?
Me: The internet mostly. Wow, that's awesome. I wish I was tall. There was just a tall guy in here the other day. Even taller than you.
Me: Wow, cool.

Second: In Victoria's Secret...

Young teen in store: Excuse me, are you a model?
Me: (smiling) No, but thank you.

Third: In the mall corridor

Tall girl's mom: Excuse me, where did you get your jeans?
Me: On the internet.
Talll girl's mom: What site?
Me: tallgirl.co.uk
Teenage tall girl (about 5'10"): Oh yeah, they're really expensive though.
Me: All tall girl clothes are expensive.
Teenage tall girl: That's the price of being tall, I guess.

Scene 72: Outside Courtroom 1

2005-10-29T10:21:00.000-07:00

It was trial day and I was talking to two witnesses I had subpoenaed to testify. After talking to them about the case, explaining that the defendant was facing jail for this Battery since he was convicted TWICE BEFORE of murder, and about what we were doing that day, I tell them they're free to leave. One of the witnesses turns to me and says, "I just have one question before I go." "Yes?," I say, thinking it's going to be something about the case or the process... "How tall are you?" Me: "Oh my gosh, 6'5", get out of here."

Scene 71: Costco Pharmacy

2005-10-29T10:12:00.000-07:00

I'm paying for my prescription when this lady (About 5'10"-5'11") runs out from where the pharmacists hang out:

Pharmacist lady: I HAVE TO ask, how tall are you?
Me: Six five
Pharmacist lady: (All nice and smiley) Wow, you make me feel short. You play ball?
Me: No.
Pharmacist lady: Well cool, I just saw you out here and wanted to say hi. (Smiles) It's not that often a girl makes me feel short. (Smiles) See you later! (Smiles)

Later, as I'm walking out, she smiles big and waves to me from behind the glass. She was *super* sweet, so I wasn't at all offended by her tall comments. She was probably hitting on me. :-)

Scene 70: KFC

2005-10-29T09:56:00.000-07:00

I see another super-tall girl waiting in line. She is too busy looking at the menu to notice me. I walk up to her, make eye contact, smile, and just say "hi." She smiles and says, "Hi. How tall are you?" I say "Six five, how tall are you." She says "Six four." I say, "Cool," and then go sit down. Before she left, I went back up to her and gave her the link to this blog. If you're reading, hi again girl at KFC!!

Scene 69: Walmart @ Sunset & Marks

2005-10-29T09:53:00.000-07:00

I'm officially never going back to Walmart. It's just not worth it. I got like 3-4 tall comments in one 15-minute span. I don't even remember all of them... I know some kids walked past and said, "Woah, did you see how tall that lady was?" and then another little girl told her mom basically the same thing.. Then, while in the card aisle searching for a card, this nasty rednecky guy hollers out:

Nasty redneck: My Lord, you are the tallest woman I have ever seen!!
Me: (I just nodded.) Mm-hmm.
Nasty redneck: Oh, I'm not saying that's bad. I was just saying.. How tall are you?
Me: 6'5" - which one of these cards do you think is better?
Nasty redneck: Do you play basketball?
Me: No. So which card do you think is better?
Nasty redneck: (Finally realizing I had asked him a question) Oh that one, for sure...

Scene 68: Big O Tires

2005-10-29T09:40:00.000-07:00

Guy behind the counter asks how tall I am. I tell him, even though I'm wearing my "Six Five" shirt. (CRAP, FORGOT AGAIN!) He asks if I'm of Mexican descent. I say yes. He asks if I speak Spanish. I say yes. He tells me he knows where my family is from - Chihuahua. I tell him no, Sonora actually. Apparently the tall Mexican basketball players are all from Chihuahua.

Later he hears me on the phone with Brian, my fiance. After we say I love you and hang up, the guy starts asking me if I'm happy w/ my boyfriend. I say yeah, we're getting married in a week and a half. He asks if Brian treats me right. I say yeah. He asks if Brian's white. I say yeah. He asks if I only date white guys. (He was Mexican, fyi.) I told him I usually dated guys who were tall, and most tall guys happen to be white, so yeah. "No Mexicans?," he asks. "If I had found a tall Mexican, I might have dated him, but I never found any. I'm the only one I know of." The conversation lasted about another half hour (the amount of time it took for them to put my new tire on). He asked A LOT of questions in that time, but I won't bore you w/ the details.

Scene 67: Watch store

2005-10-29T09:36:00.000-07:00

Tall girl (about 5'11") behind the counter says, "Wow, you're tall! How tall are you?" I tell her and she asks where I get my pants. I give her a couple of web sites and she's nice and thankful.

Scene 66: Hugo's Cellar (Birthday Dinner)

2005-10-23T00:26:00.000-07:00

We're standing at the bar and this lady comes up and says:

Lady at bar: Wow, you're tall. I have a sister-in-law about as tall as you, how tall are you?
Me: 6'5"
Lady at bar: She's 6'2", so you're taller. (Notices the uninterested look on my face) Not that that's a bad thing.. or a good thing either way. (Long pause..) She has curly hair like yours too, except hers is blonde.
Me: Wow, cool.

I'm sorry man, I just can't feign interest when I don't really care.

Scene 65: Court

2005-10-22T11:17:00.000-07:00

A young high school student was following me around the other day at work as I negotiated some cases. She was really sweet and quiet and shy. Finally, after about 45 minutes of observing me and not saying a word, we get ready to go into another courtroom. As we're about to walk in she finally says: " You're tall." I say "I know" and we go into the next courtroom.

Scene 64: Logan AIrport, Boston, MA

2005-10-18T23:03:00.000-07:00

As I was about to go through the metal detector, a tall lady walked up to me and asked where I got my jeans. I told her I forgot, but told her she could look at my label. We yanked and pulled, trying not to flash anyone my underwear. She commented on what a treasure hunt finding the jeans must have been. I told her to search for my blog online, where she could get a list of the places I shop. Hopefully she'll stop in sometime and say hello.

Scene 63: Grandpa's funeral, Barstow, CA

2005-10-18T22:56:00.000-07:00

Speaking of inopportune.. I went to my grandpa's funeral at a church last Friday. A couple different old ladies came up and exclaimed about what a tall drink of water I was, and all the usual jazz..

I overheard another old lady talking to my grandma, saying: "That's your granddaughter?? That tall girl there? She's so tall! My goodness, she's tall!"

My grandma said, "But isn't she pretty?"

I turned around, flashed them both a look and said: "'But??' What do you mean 'but?' AND. I'm tall AND pretty, not tall BUT pretty."

The other old lady persisted as if she didn't hear or understand a word I said: "She's so tall!"

And so did my grandma: "But she's pretty!"

I left pretty soon after that..

Scene 62: Funky Murphy's Bar, Worcester, MA

2005-10-18T22:42:00.000-07:00

After my friend's open-bar wedding, a group of us drunkely made our way to this Irish Pub. When we got there, I realized that I had taken my ID out of my wallet at the airport and forgotten to put it back. So me, a 27-year-old, couldn't get into the bar. My friends and I pleaded with the bouncer. I showed him both my Nevada AND my California bar cards. I showed him both my undergrad and graduate school ID's, my AAA card, even my Costco card! A girl I was with even offered to show her boobs! But nothing worked. Finally, I resorted to crying. I had had a few drinks, so it wasn't hard to get the tears going.

So... in the middle of me crying, trying to get this bouncer to let me in, this other guy walks up and asks how tall I am. I sniffle.. say "6'5".. hope the bouncer pities me more now... and then go back to crying. In the end, it didn't work. I ended up hanging out at Dunkin' Donuts next door w/ 4 cops, my pregnant friend, and my Asian friend who's allergic to alcohol.

I guess the point of this story is that tall-harassment can come anytime, any place. And that some people care more about finding out how tall a crying girl is, than about finding out why she's crying.

Scene 61: Courtroom 2

2005-10-13T12:28:00.000-07:00

After talking to this defendant about his case, I stand up to walk back into court with him. He realizes how tall I am and says:

DUI Defendant: Oh man, you should be dunkin' on someone with height like that. That's some WNBA shit going on right there.
Me: Shut it. (At which time, he promptly did.)

Scene 60: Back to Freed's Bakery

2005-10-13T12:25:00.000-07:00

Brian and I went back to the bakery to customize a wedding cake. The lady working there showed us to the back room to see an example of a cake w/ fresh flowers on it. As she's walking next to us, she says:

Cake lady: You guys make me feel short.
Me: Yeah, we get that a lot.

Scene 59: My new dentist's office

2005-10-13T12:22:00.000-07:00

Walked into my new dentist's reception area. The polite receptionist goes: "Wow, you're tall." Me: "I know."

Scene 58: The Bank inside Vons

2005-10-13T12:13:00.000-07:00

I was trying to make a deposit at the ATM, when I realized my pen was out of ink. I go over to the window to ask the lady behind the counter if she has one. Here's how the conversation went:

Me: Excuse me, do you have a pen I could use?
Bank lady: Wow, you're tall!
Me: (without changing expression) I know. Do you have pen I could use?
Bank lady: (realizing she just thought out loud and that I just wanted to get a pen and go) Oh my gosh, you must get that all the time.
Me: Yeah, I do. Do you have have a pen I could use?
Bank lady: Oh yeah, sorry.. (sheepishly hands me pen).

Scene 57: Freed's Bakery

2005-10-13T12:09:00.000-07:00

FINALLY, I got to put my "Six Five" shirt into action. We walked into this bakery to see about wedding cakes, when the lady behind the counter yells out:

Cake Lady: I HAVE TO ask, how tall are you?
Me: (Pointing to my shirt.. moving my finger so she can read along)
Cake Lady: (Busts up laughing). OH MY GOSH, THAT IS SO FUNNY! HAHAHAHA!

I laughed too. It was great.

Scene 56: The Whiskey @ Green Valley Ranch

2005-10-13T11:53:00.000-07:00

Bars are the best. This weekend I went to another bachelorette party. We broke into teams and did a treasure hunt at this bar/club in this casino. As soon as we walked into the casino, a short drunk guy threw himself at me and started saying I was his dream girl. Awe... That may not sound like a tall comment on its face, but given the fact that he threw his arms around me and nuzzled his head into my boobs, I think it counts.

Later on in the bar, it was the usual tall comment after tall comment, all mostly positive. I can't really remember most of them.

One does stand out though. Part of our scavenger hunt involved finding a guy named Michael and dancing w/ him. It was ridiculously difficult. Finally, we found him outside. He was happy to dance with us. After we got our group picture, he focused his attention on me, saying, "Hey there Big Vanilla!" I can't remember what all he was saying, but he basically grabbed me, dipped me, turned me around, and smacked me HARD on the butt, the whole time talking about Big Vanilla this and Big Vanilla that. It was crazy.

Scene 55: Costco

2005-10-04T16:12:00.000-07:00

If this f*%$er at Costco asks me one more time how tall I am, I am going to go ape-sh%t on him. This same guy, no lie, has asked me the last three times I was in there how tall I am. This time again:

Old Asian guy who works there: How tall are you?
Me: 6'5". I told you that last time I was here.
Old Asian guy who works there: You're tall.
Me: I know, you said the same thing last time.
Old Asian guy who works there: Oh well, you're still tall.

Motherf%$&@r!! YOU'VE REDEEMED ALL OF YOUR TALL-GIRL HARASSMENT VOUCHERS!! NO MORE FOR YOU!! DON'T ASK ME AGAIN YOU SENILE PIECE OF SH$T! That's what I should have said anyway...

Scene 54: Nail Salon

2005-10-04T16:05:00.000-07:00

The guy doing my nails, between talking on his cell and doing my nails, tells me I'm tall. I know. I then go over to wash my hands after he's done and then another employee starts:

Pedicure guy: Wow, you're tall, how tall are you?
Me: Yep. 6'5"
Pedicure guy: Wow, do you play basketball?
Me: No.
Pedicure guy: Why not?
Me: Cuz I suck at basketball and I don't like it.
Pedicure guy: You should try it out.

I just walked away. There was a lady there too, but she was mostly listening and then hitting him and rolling her eyes as he talked.

Scene 53: Casablanca Bar

2005-10-04T15:08:00.000-07:00

Friday night I met up w/ some old high school classmates at a reunion pre-party. It seemed everyone had a tall comment.. here are a couple..

This guy comes up to me and starts standing up really straight, trying to be taller than me.

Me: Keep trying, I don't think it's going to work.
Cocky athlete: How you doing, do you remember me?
Me: Remind me again what your name is (he did not look even a little bit familiar)
Cocky athlete: Jewel Something-or-other. Only the best athlete Las Vegas High School has ever seen! Man, you're sexy, how tall are you?
Me: 6'5".
Me: Ooh man, that's sexy.

I don't remember where it went from there. I think I told him I was getting married in a month and he didn't want to talk to me anymore.

Then I ran into this really friendly drunk girl who used to be in my P.E. class in 9th grade. She pretty much kept running into me all night saying the same things over and over and over and over. I didn't really say anything back to her, other than thanks, but here's the type of stuff she kept saying:

"You're so tall and so beautiful! You're a supermodel - my beautiful Latina supermodel! My very own Tyra Banks! You're like, special. Everyone else is the same, but you're like, so special. You stand out. You're like a goddess! You are! You're a goddess! A supermodel goddess!"

((blush blush)) Have another drink.. :-)

I also got multiple remarks regarding whether I'd grown since high school. I gave the standard response" "I haven't grown since I was 16 years old. You must have shrunk." That's about it.

Scene 52: Police Station

2005-09-29T13:04:00.000-07:00

I went over to the police station to pick up some reports. A lady I'd never met before came to the counter to help me.

Freak lady: Wow, you're so tall, how tall are you??
Me: 6'5"
Freak lady: Oh, okay, almost... my brother in law is 6'7"
Me: (Nodding.. thinking, "Don't care.")

(Okay, this is the freak-o part...)
Freak lady: You look pretty... (smiling, looking me up and down).. that's nice.
Me: Uhhhh........(long silence..) thanks.

Scene 47 footnote: Nordstrom

2005-09-29T12:51:00.000-07:00

Oh yeah, while I was at Nordstrom trying to find shoes, I saw three other tall GORGEOUS girls, like 6'2", 6'2" and 6"3" probably, also looking in the "size 11 & up" sale section. They were super-young - teens probably, either related to each other or on the same volleyball team. I wanted to say something so bad to them, but I fought the urge and stayed silent. If they wanted to share the tall bond, they obviously saw me and could have initiated. It was tough though.

Scene 51: Courthouse

2005-09-29T12:49:00.000-07:00

Bringing a witness into a conference room to talk about a trial we're about to do...

Witness: You're tall!
Me: I know. I'm constantly reminded.

Scenes 47-50: Mall, Salon, Park, etc.

2005-09-29T12:21:00.000-07:00

I am SO BEHIND on my tall posts. I'm sorry. There've been tall comments here and there. It's been so long though, I can't remember most of them.. Here's what I can remember from this last weekend:

Friday night I went to the mall to get a blouse. I know there must've been some remarks while I was there (there are ALWAYS remarks at the mall), but I can't recall specifically. While at the mall, we had sushi at Ra, and I think one of the fifteen miniature, size 0, 34DD, hostesses said something like "you make me feel short" or something, but I can't be sure....

Saturday was more time at the mall... Hell-on-earth finding shoes at Nordstrom (13 narrow baby!) followed by pain, suffering and torture looking for pants or a skirt.

While at Express, a little Japanese girl in front of me w/ a head as big as a basketball, about 6-years-old, would not stop staring at me. Her dad had whispered something to her in Japanese, which was obviously about me because she looked me up and down and giggled as he spoke. I tried making faces at her - both smiley and angry - but nothing seemed to phase her. She just kept staring. Finally, she came right out and said it:

Big-headed Japanese girl: You tall!
Me: I know.

After that, I went to get my hair highlighted. I got the standard "wow, you're so tall!" and "how tall are you?" crap there... a couple times from each of the stylists there. Each time I'd get up to go to the hair dryer, my lady seemed to have the epiphany again - "wow, you are so tall!" Yup, yup, yup and yup.

Saturday night was my 10-year high school reunion. Lucky for me, everyone there already knew I was tall from back in the day, so no tall comments to report.

Sunday we had engagement photos taken. Our photographer was heard more than once commenting, "God, you guys are so tall!" Yes, yes, we know..

Scene 46: Boulevard Mall Food Court

2005-09-23T22:33:00.000-07:00

First, I would just like to say how nice it was to be in Los Angeles last weekend. Even though I was out and about, I did not receive one, NOT ONE, tall comment. I even went to a concert AND a bar. It was pretty flippin' cool. Same thing happened to me before when I visited NYC and London. I think big-city folk have probably just seen so much, that a tall girl doesn't even phase them. But then I came back to Vegas...

I was at the food court trying to figure out what I wanted to order from the Ichiban, when some guy walks by and goes:

Polite rude-guy: Excuse me ma'am.
Me: (this immediately grabs my attention, since it's in such a polite tone. I turn to face him and say...) Yes?
Polite rude-guy: How tall are you?
Me: (thinking: Damn. You're one of those. I thought this was something else for a sec. SIGH.. Here goes... I cross my arms and turn back to the menu, severing eye contact w/ the guy to let him know I'm not a friendly kitty) 6'5".
Polite rude-guy: Did you ever place basetball.
Me: (still acting stuck up) No.

Scene 45: Southwest Flight 1615 from Reno to Vegas

2005-09-23T22:28:00.000-07:00

I'm making my way to my coveted exit-row seat, when a guy w/ a creepy big smile stops me and says:

Random friendly guy: Hey! How tall are you?!
Me: 6'5"
Random friendly guy: Oh! We were trying to figure it out!
Me: Do I get a cut of the money from the betting pool?

I don't think he got my joke cuz his smile went away and he didn't respond. {{shrug}} Whatever.

Scene 44: Reno/Tahoe INTERNATIONAL Airport

2005-09-23T22:21:00.000-07:00

I'm in line, patiently waiting to board the plane, hoping I'll be lucky enough to score an emergency exit seat, when these old yuppie ladies with pleated shorts and visors come up behind me. The smallest one says: "Wow, you make me feel short." Her friend, realizing the ridiculousness of her remark, takes it upon herself to point out the obvious to her impish little friend: "You are short." The small one gets pissed. Apparently her friend struck a nerve. All offended-like, the small one whines: "I am NOT!"

Really, she was. BUT, unlike some people, I am too polite to point out the obvious.

Scene 43: Brew Brothers Bar in Reno

2005-09-23T21:54:00.000-07:00

Combine me with a bar full of binge-drinkers and you have A LOT of height comments. So yeah, here are the ones I can remember.

1. Outside the bar, as a dumb frat guy is walking past me, he jumps up like he's trying to dunk on me. I turn back and go after him. I push him and tell him he's an idiot. What can I say? The liquor made me slightly bolder too.

2. In the bar, a guy comes up and asks to high five me, saying my height is awesome. I say cool and put my hand up as high as it'll go for him to go high.. Dang.. he's too short to reach. He then proceeds to tell me how tall everyone in his family is. Fascinating.

3. Repeat number two w/ a totally different guy. Maybe he saw the other guy trying to high-five me and wanted to see if he could succeed where others had failed.

4. Tallish guy (about 6'3") sees me walking by and says, "Woah, you're tall!" I say, "You're one to talk!"

5. Drunk tallish girl (about 5'10"), actually the wife of the guy in #4, tells me how cool/beautiful I am for being so tall. I'm super-flattered, since she was pretty damn hot herself.

6. I remember there were some references made to the disparity in height b/t my friend Jeanny, who is 4'11", and me. We just hugged and told everyone that even though our bodies were totally different, our brains were exactly the same, Awe..

That's all I can remember.. I'm sorry. I'm sure there were more. It was pretty much a constant topic of conversation, from what I can recall.

Scene 42: 7-11 in Reno

2005-09-12T13:53:00.000-07:00

This weekend I was in Reno for a bachelorette party. A few of us stopped by 7-11 to get some drinks. That's when I got the greatest tall comment EVER.

This Green Day look-alike working there says:

Billie Joe: I'm sure you get this all the time, but I just have to tell you..

Me: (thinking.. Oh shoot, here it comes, what's it going to be - basketball? Volleyball?)

Billie Joe: You would make the perfect Wonder Woman. I know, you hear it all the time.

Me: (laughing at the randomness of the remark) No, actually, I can honestly say I've NEVER heard that.

Billie Joe: REALLY? Oh man, you'd be perfect. You know she's supposed to be really tall, right? She's the reason why I started drawing..

My friend Erica: Who Claudia??

Billie Joe: No, Wonder Woman! She's (meaning me)the reason why I'm going to have a coronary after you guys leave.

My friend Erica: She's the reason why you're going to have a COURT ORDER after we leave??

Billie Joe: No, a CORONARY.

Me: (laughing my ass off) I liked court order better!

Then I snapped his pic and he gave us free coffee and a free Slurpee. I must say, if this tall thing makes me "The Perfect Wonder Woman," and gets me free Slurpees, I am officially in love with it.

Scene 41: Bally's Bathroom

2005-09-12T00:06:00.000-07:00

I'm at a seminar at Bally's Hotel Casino. In the bathroom, another seminar attendee comes up and says:

Short old chick: How tall ARE you?
Me: 6'5"
Short old chick: (LAUGHS) Oh my goodness, that's tall! (LAUGH LAUGH)

I'm like, what the fuck is so fucking funny? Didn't say it though. I was on work-time, at the seminar to network. Didn't know who this lady was or how bad she could screw me over later on in life.

Scene 40: Brides by Demetrios

2005-09-11T23:58:00.000-07:00

Oops, also forgot to log this one. My future cousin-in-law and I were picking out a flower girl dress. The lady that was helping us, after about 20 minuutes, gets up the nerve to ask:

Shop lady: You're really tall, how tall are you??
Me: 6'5"

That was pretty much it.

Scene 39: David's Bridal Part Two

2005-09-11T23:52:00.000-07:00

Oh, I almost forgot about the OTHER lady at David's Bridal who made a tall comment last week. She came up and asked how tall I was, yada yada yada.. six five.. blah blah blah..

Then she came back a few minutes later and said:

Other bridal shop lady: People ask about your height all the time, huh?

Me: Every day, every place I go.

Bridal shop girl: That must get annoying.

Me: Yup.

As they say, you learn something new every day.

Scene 38: David's Bridal

2005-09-05T18:25:00.000-07:00

I'm at David's Bridal w/ Brian's niece having her try on flower girl dresses. Big-hair, lots of make-up, bad-teeth, old-lady says:

Big-hair, lots of make-up, bad-teeth, old-lady: You two are so long and willowy. (talking about Brian's niece too, who's also tall and thin for her age).

The lady then grabs my wrist and starts examining it closely.

Me: What are you looking at?
Big-hair, lots of make-up, bad-teeth, old-lady: Your bracelet - and your wrist, it's so delicate! What beautiful wrists you have!
Me: They're really bony, but thanks.

Wow, that's a first.

Scene 37: The movies

2005-09-05T00:06:00.000-07:00

I'm standing in line behind this older African-American lady. She turns to me and says:

Old lady: I just have to tell you how great it is to see you. You're like my friend, who's 82-years-old. She's 6'1", and now, all the young people are so tall that it's not as big of a deal, but, you know what she felt like back then. She used to hide her shoes cuz she was embarassed about how big her feet were. I think it's great the way you carry yourself, so tall and proud. And you're pretty too. I think it's great. It's so nice to see you. You go girl. Stand proud...

Me: Thanks.

I didn't really get a chance to say anything, really. The only thing that stopped her talking was the fact that it was my turn at the ticket counter. Even then, she started talking to Brian, repeating essentially the same thing she just told me:

Old lady: I was just telling her how happy it made me to see her. I have a friend who's 6'1", and 82 years old. She's just like how she used to be. But my friend's all hunched over. It's wonderful how she carries herself, isn't it? Tell her! Be tall and proud. It's great....

Brian didn't say anything, but the girl at the ticket counter kinda laughed and said:
Ticket girl: I bet you get that a lot, huh?
Me: Yeah.
Ticket girl: It must get annoying.
Me: Yeah, a lot of the time, but I think she's kinda funny.

So yeah... the lady followed us the whole way into the theater talking some more about my posture and her friend. She was kinda cute though. Probably just b/c she was old and outspoken.

Scene 36: First Friday

2005-09-04T23:53:00.000-07:00

The purpose of this memo is to inform all persons that tall people are not deaf. In addition, even if you're standing behind us, we can still hear you. Please be advised.

Friday we went out to First Friday, the local art gallery open-house that happens once a month on the first Friday of every month. As I'm walking in, a not-cute blonde-girl walks past me and, right when she gets a safe two inches behind me says, ever-so-discreetly, "Oh my God, did you see how tall she was??"

Knowing she'd soon have her head cranked back to get another look, I whipped my head backward to say an unexpected hello (or go to hell or whatever). I was all ready with the evil-eye when she looked back at me. She was totally not prepared. As soon as she caught on that I'd heard her and was now "mad-dogging" her, she glanced past me and tried to pass it off like she was just looking around. Mmm-hmmm..

Scene 35: Return to Robinson's May

2005-08-31T23:37:00.000-07:00

I have no scruples. After storming off from this very make-up counter last week, I was enticed back by the free lipstick offer and the promise of them actually carrying my liquid eyeliner. At least this time my mission was successful.

Of course this new girl working the counter ALSO had to ask me how tall I was. What do they do, teach that at the Clinique Training Academy, or something? What the hell? Anyway, same-old same-old exchange:

Make-up girl: How tall are you?
Me: 6'5"
Make-up girl: Wow, you're tall
Me: (thinking: thanks for the update) Yep.
Make-up girl: You make me feel short.
Me: (thinking: thanks for the update) Oh.
Make-up girl: I'm only 5'5"
Me: (thinking: thanks for the update) Wow, cool.

Scene 34: The Gap

2005-08-31T23:14:00.000-07:00

I walk in, and, to my pleasant surprise, the greeter working the door is a girl who is, like, roughly 6'2". We make eye contact and immediately exchange the tallperson-to-tallperson-recognition-glance. It's this weird moment when two tall people realize they're sharing the same airspace. It's like when you're on a lonely hiking trail and after two hours of solitude, you pass someone going the other direction. For whatever reason, you feel compelled to gesture some kind of acknowledgement, whether you say hi or just do the head nod thing. It's like a sharing of the solitude or something.

Anyway, I ended up buying a shirt from her register. This is how it went, pretty much:

Tall gap-girl: What's your inseam?

First of all, can I say how much greater that question is than the regular old, "how tall are you??" I think I've been asked for my inseam, like twice in my entire life. The answer to that is really much more impressive than the answer to the height question, in my opinion. Anyway....

Me: 38"
Tall gap-girl: Wow, yeah, I was looking and knew it had to be even longer than mine. Where do you find pants?

I started telling her about all the tall women clothes sites, then I took the opportunity to plug the blog. :-) She thought the idea was funny and wrote down the url. So, gap-girl, if you're reading this, props for the inseam question and good luck finding pants! I hope you like the blog!!

Scene 33: The mall

2005-08-31T23:04:00.000-07:00

Walking past one of those cart-booths at the mall. The brainiac working the cart-booth sees me and very astutely points out:

Brainiac: Wow, you're taller than me.
Me: Yep.

I was walking past too fast to snap back w/ something sarcastic, but, really, this was like, a prime opportunity. It'd be one thing if we were even remotely similar in height - like 6'3" and 6'5" or something, but we weren't even close! Guy was like - 5'9".

1) Being taller than him was honestly not that tough for anyone, and

2) The disparity in our heights could not have been more obvious. The fact that I was taller than him was therefore _ridiculously_ obvious.

File this one under stupid-obvious-shit-people-still-feel-the-need-to-say, I guess.

Scene 32: Subway

2005-08-30T23:38:00.000-07:00

I'm standing in line at Subway dowtown when this SUPER-CUTE guy in front of me turns to me and says:

SUPER-CUTE guy: Hey, you went to Green Valley High School, huh?
Me: Yeah.
SUPER-CUTE guy: So did I. I totally remember you. How are you doing now?
Me: Good...

[CHIT-CHAT, CHIT-CHAT]

Turns out he graduated the year before me. He didn't look familiar to me at all. Maybe a name would help?

Me: What's your name?
SUPER-CUTE guy: Mark Cox
Me: Hmmmm...doesn't ring any bells.
SUPER-CUTE guy named Mark Cox: I don't know your name either. I just knew you as the really tall girl.
Me: The really tall girl.. yeah, that's how a lot of people knew me. A lot of people still call me that.

[MORE CHIT-CHAT & THEN WE SAY GOODBYE]

On the one hand, it's cool that people can see me a couple times in high school, never exchange any words with me, and then still remember me 11 years later... On the other hand, it sucks that I could never be a bank robber. They wouldn't even need a name on my wanted poster. "The Really Tall Girl" would suffice as both my moniker and personal description.

Scene 31: Costco

2005-08-30T22:34:00.000-07:00

I swear this same guy who works the check-out counter has asked me how tall I am before. Anyway.. here's how it went down this time:

Old guy at checkout: How tall are you?
Me: 6'5". I think you asked me that before.
Old guy at checkout: You play volleyball?
Me: No.
Old guy at checkout: Oh. You're a good height for volleyball.
Me: Maybe. I don't know.

Scene 30: Going-Away Party

2005-08-30T00:25:00.000-07:00

I've had a bunch of comments lately that I just can't remember. I know my height was a frequent topic of conversation at Greg's party. Everyone was really positive about it, though, so it was cool. Here's some basic tall stuff that came up:

Met up w/ a new friend who's 6'6". It didn't take long for us to start talking about the height thing. He noted that although he's taller than me, he probably gets less tall remarks cuz it's more common for men to be that tall. I wholeheartedly agree.

At one point, four of us tall-folk got together to chit-chat. It was me (6'5"), Brian (6'6"), Brad (6'4"), and the new friend (6'6"). Talking to a group of people at eye-level was dreamy... :-D At one point, we did a hand-comparison. I think Brad won, even though he was the shortest.

What else? Oh yeah, my friend Anne confided in me that she was obsessed with Sigourney Weaver in Alien because she looked so tall in that movie. Anne was super complimentary all night about the height thing, which included lusting after my long skinny fingers. Heh heh.

I also met a super-sweet girl called Haiti there. She said she'd seen me several times before at other parties, but that we've never talked. I didn't recognize her. That happens a lot. More often ppl remember me better than I remember them. Anyway, she was also really nice and complimentary about the tall thing, saying stuff like it's so great you stand out, you're so beautiful, blah blah blah. Awe shucks - thanks Haiti. :-)

Like I said.. the height thing came up pretty frequently at the party. Can't remember all of it though. All I know is it was all fun and positive. I guess the moral of this story is that standing out can actually be cool. Sometimes.

Scene 29: Bridal Shower

2005-08-29T13:26:00.000-07:00

Went to a bridal shower last weekend. My good friend Housekeeper was there. A bunch of us were standing around talking in the kitchen when she busted out w/ a typical shorty line:

Housekeeper: Ugh, I hate talking to you guys. You make me feel short!

Yeah... I get that a lot. ;-)

Scene 28: Court

2005-08-29T01:18:00.000-07:00

Whew, it's been a while! Wish I could say there just haven't been any tall happenings, but I can't. I've just been busy w/ wedding crap. So anyway...

Some time last week, I'm in court.. .doing the lawyer thing. Two inmates are shackled together waiting to talk to someone about their cases. I ask the one on the left if he's going to be needing an interpreter. The Latino inmate to the right of him looks over at me and then says to the other guy in Spanish, all casual-like:

Inmate on the right: Es muy pequena, no? (Translation: "She's really small, huh?)"
I flash him a perterbed look and say: Entiendo lo que dices. Yo hablo espanol. (Translation: "I can understand what you're saying. I speak Spanish.")

Inmate on the right laughs embarrasingly cuz he knows he straight up just got caught talking about me. He's just lucky I wasn't the prosecutor handling his case that day.

I just love it when Spanish-speakers talk trash and assume i can't tell what they're saying. Here's a newsflash: I'm 6'5", I'm a girl, I don't play basketball, AND I'M A NATIVE SPANISH SPEAKER!! Holy crap, what are the odds??

Scene 27: Dillard's

2005-08-23T12:42:00.000-07:00

This was just after my second failed attempt to purchase overpriced eyeliner, so you can understand why I'd be testy. After storming off from the Robinson's May counter, I go over to Dillard's, only to find out they don't have the eyeliner I need. Reeling over the fact that a girl could spend 45 minutes at a mall attempting to give people $17 for a tube of eyeliner, and still come away with nothing, I walked back through the labrynth of departments toward the exit. About two feet in front of me is this young little yuppie family. Daughter was about 9, a total Dakota Fanning look-alike.

Bizarro Dakota looks back at me, and, while still staring at me, and still walking TWO FEET IN FRONT OF ME, tugs her mom and says, in her clearest outside voice: "Oh man, she's tall!!" Instead of scolding the child for her apparent rudeness, Mom looks back and stares at me too!

I was already so pissed about the eyeliner, that this undisciplined child was the last thing I needed to deal with. Nevertheless, I looked at little Dakota AND her mother and said in a very angry, very loud, very serious voice: "I'M STANDING RIGHT HERE, AND I CAN HEAR EVERYTHING YOU'RE SAYING!" I was also talking with my hands in that condescending fake-sign-language kinda way - like maybe they were deaf and just assumed I was too??? Mom and daughter were both stunned. I pushed passed them and left the store, thinking, "Why do I even leave the house???"

Scene 26: Robinson's May

2005-08-23T12:28:00.000-07:00

Monday I went to the Clinique counter at Robinson's May to pick up some $17 eyeliner. I got a parking spot next to the entrance.. only had to go through one other department to get to the make-up. Everything seemed to be going great... until I got to the makeup counter.

Real quick - why the hell don't they have clearly designated lines at these damn places? Or numbers? How the fuck are the retarded bitches behind the counter supposed to know who got there first?? And how come only the bitch in the white lab coat is authorized to grab my tube of eyeliner off the shelf (as opposed to all the other lazy, caked-on-face, smug bitches sitting behind the other counters)?? Anyway..

So this hag in front of me is chatting up the snatch in the labcoat. What cream do you recommend for my gnarly face? What toner will burn off my face and replace it with something less horrific? Will this lipstick last me four months? Will this makeup go bad? Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.

So I'm standing there.. all kinds of annoyed. I mean, really... no firming, toning, smoothing anti-wrinkle anything was going to cure this lady's problems. She was butt. That's all I'm going to say, for fear of being labelled a superficial bitch. Anyway..

Smug-bitch-in-the-labcoa, in between totally ignoring me and answering ass-face's mongoloid questions FINALLY makes eye contact with me and then says to ass-face, "She's so tall!!" And then ass-face looks back.. says. "Yeah." And goes back to her stupid questions. Then smug-bitch-in-the-labcoat looks back at me again and REPEATS: "You're so tall!!" I gave the usual "I know." She then proceeded to ignore me for another 15 minutes. She's got time to take a breather to cover the height issue w/ me, but can't hand me my $17 eyeleiner???? I ended up storming off in a huff w/ out getting to buy jack.

Scene 25: Costco

2005-08-21T21:55:00.000-07:00

Ever since I made my t-shirt that says "Six Five" on it, I've been patiently waiting for someone to ask me how tall I am while I was wearing it -- just so I could smart-assedly point to my t-shirt and say nothing. At last, that day finally came..

I was at Costco today getting my picture taken like a supermodel. After she took my picture, the girl behind the camera says:

Costco Girl: You could be a model. How tall are you?

And then, before I can remember that I'm wearing my awesome shirt, I flub it all up and tell her!!

Me: 6'5" (DOH!)

I can't believe I totally choked. How could I miff this up? I've been waiting so long!! Luckily the girl helped me out... She looked over at another girl standing next to her, astutely pointed out my shirt and said:

Costco Girl: Six five - like on her shirt, see?

Me: Oh yeah! Like on my shirt. Yeah.. I made it so that all I have to do is point.. See? ((Pointing at the shirt))

What a dork! I can't wait to wear it again so I can have another shot at being just little bit cool. :-)

Scene 24: Gilly's

2005-08-21T11:07:00.000-07:00

Friday night some girlfriends and I went to this cowboy bar on the Strip. It was country night AND the Toby Keith concert after-party. Yee haw. (We had no idea - we just went for the bull-riding.) Anyway.. I got three comments in all, none of which was particularly exciting...

FIRST: The bouncer checking ID's was sitting in a little ticket booth.

Bouncer of undeterminate height: Wow, you're about as tall as me.

Me: How tall is that? (I'm cynical mind you, b/c many times when I've played this game with a guy who is sitting down, he stands up and discovers he's not nearly as tall as he thinks. Even funner is the game where I'm sitting down and the guy bets he's taller than me. Ha ha ha. Anyway..)

Bouncer of undeterminate height: 6'7" (stands up to show me - clearly very very tall)

Me: Wow.. cool. (Dumbfounded.. impressed.. )

SECOND: Walking through the bar/club. Drunken cowboy walking the other way sees me and says: DAAAAAAMN!! I don't _know_ that he was referring to my height, I guess. In situations like these I just tell myself that they're really impressed by my naturally curly hair..

THIRD: Same kinda deal as the second. Just remarks in passing like: "Damn" and "Woah" - that kinda thing. Don't even know really who was saying it. Too crowded to tell.

Scene 23: 7-11

2005-08-14T23:09:00.000-07:00

I walk up to the counter to pay for my slurpee and this ITT tech dropout on the other side of the counter says:

ITT tech dropout: You're tall!
Me: I know. So are you.

The guy was like, 6'4". He didn't qualify for the tall person comradery exemption to the "strangers who ask me about my height are annoying" rule though, since he clearly did not think he and I were of the same breed. Thankfully, I agreed.

Scene 22: Brides by Demetrios

2005-08-14T22:58:00.000-07:00

What is the worst fear for a 6'5" bride-to-be? Just take a guess.... If you guessed special ordering her wedding dress w/ 5.5 extra inches of length, and it finally coming back TWO INCHES TOO SHORT, well then you're exactly right! Welcome to my nightmare..

Saturday I went for my first fitting, and that's exactly what happened to me. As I'm standing there, in shock, wondering how they're going to fix this problem, bridal shop manager Captain Obvious, says:

Cpt. Obvious: This dress runs a little short...
Me: Great.
Cpt. Obvious: And you're really tall... I mean, you are REALLY TALL.
Me: Yeah, I know.

The rest of the conversation was a blur.. To be honest, I was just trying not to freak out. The story is that they're going to do some magical alterations to make the dress longer and I won't notice any difference and it won't cost me a thing. I'll believe it when I see it.

Scene 21: Baseball game

2005-08-14T22:44:00.000-07:00

I'm leaving a baseball game and this guy holding a loaf of bread (they were giving it away free at the game) comes up to me. This is how the conversation went:

Fetishist w/ bread: Hey, how tall are you?
Me: 6'5"
Fetishist w/ bread: Wow. You're beautiful.
Me: Thanks.
Fetishist w/ bread: Do you have a boyfriend?
Me: Yes.
Fetishist w/ bread: Do you want to go out w/ me sometime?
Me: I'm marrying my boyfriend, actually. (Showing him the ring)

Not to be deterred, the guy says again:
Fetishist w/ bread: Well, do you want to go out w/ me sometime?
Me: No, I'm getting married.
Fetishist w/ bread: Is your boyfriend here?
Me: Yeah, he should be walking this way right now.
Fetishist w/ bread: How tall is he?
Me: You'll see.. just wait a second.
Fetishist w/ bread: Is he as tall as you?
Me: Yeah, taller, he should be coming by any second.. you'll see.

He looks back at the crowd exiting the stadium, walking toward us and says he has to run. I'm thinking he didn't want to find out how tall my boyfriend really was.

Oh, and btw.. what is w/ guys thinking "Hey - how tall are you?" is a good pick-up line???

Scene 20: Uncle Angelo's Italian Restaurant

2005-08-11T13:44:00.000-07:00

Just finished having lunch w/ Allison and Kelly. I go up to the counter to pay while they go to the bathroom. I'm coming from work, so I'm wearing a skirt suit. Smallish middle-eastern-looking lady behind the cash register giggles and says:

Lady: You're so tall.
Me: I know.
Lady: Do people ask you...? (and then she trailed off.. like she thought of the answer before she could finish her sentence and changed her mind.) You should be a basketball player.
Me: No. (thinking: you have no idea how I would do at basketball. I'm happy being a lawyer, thank you very much.)

(awkward silence... money is then exchanged)