It’s kind of a big deal for me, being a tall woman. You are, by definition, a short man. Almost 5 inches shorter than me. But you know what? It doesn’t matter when you’re laying down! And I think when short men go for taller women, it shows they have a certain amount of confidence.
I didn’t know you had a thing for me. You totally jumped me over the Fourth. But we’ve slept together 3 times; albeit it was drunk-sex every time. Good, but drunk. I saw you last night, but you were so tired, you fell asleep the minute your head hit the pillow. You’re pretty sweet. Very intuitive. Caring. You have all these great qualities that I love. You are so the opposite of me, and everything about you is so different that what I am used to. Maybe that’s why this feels weird. You don’t dress like my type. You listen to horrible pop-y dance club music. But I like you. I really do like you. Something about you grabs me. I don’t know what this is for you. So far it’s been booty calls for the both of us. I don’t know if you really like me, I’m just hoping you’ll let me know before I get too attached.