Us tall girls don't have an easy time with shidduchim, simply because every guy suggested turns out to be a pygmy. Not that I object to a man shorter than me, just they get particularly nasty.
Then, it finally happened . . . I went to a wedding, and all the guys there, I mean practically every one, was tall. Six footah, as the Bobbies would say.
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| She looks a lot like mine. |
I felt like a kid in a candy store.
"Look! Can I have that one? Never mind, how about him, his head practically brushes the ceiling! Ooh, ooh, let's get him!"
I whirled about in childlike glee, ecstatic at the options available, noticing how I was getting speculative glances rather than murderous glares.
And then I bumped into her.
Since she hijacked me for quite some time and I was only staying for the chuppah, my shopping spree was cut short.
I sadly slunk through the door, knowing a sale like this doesn't happen often, woefully bidding a silent goodbye to all the merchandise.
Dang.
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