It seemed we were the dynamic duo, my blood relative and I. Demanding attention, stealing the limelight from lesser women no matter where we went, as you tend to do if you are 5'10" and wearing 4 inch heels, as we both did. If that weren't enough, I even inspired a bowling alley brawl and felt like the Ed Hardy wearing boys vying for my affection were re-enacting the Battle of Troy, except where was the gift horse? And then there were the supposed elementary school teachers who cheated at strip charades, leaving me seriously doubtful about the merits of the public school system. And at the risk of narcissism, of which I'm sure you've all found me to be guilty of before, it was a very reaffirming sort of trip for a girl who was recently rejected by a billionaire. After spending my life well north of the Mason-Dixon line, I find myself suddenly attracted to the South, undoubtedly enchanted by the lure of a fresh start.
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As a 6'4" dude myself, that "5'10" mentioned seemed to be in flashing neon.
Hmm, 6'4"? That makes you infinitely more alluring. Let's hope you don't prefer the 5'2" and blonde variety of women like most tall men seem to.
Nope.
I'm a sucker for leggy brunettes.
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