I had a busy weekend – birthday lunch with a friend and shopping, halloween, and a semi-formal dinner I mentioned in my last post (I ended up wearing an old black dress, but it all worked out). Top this with the work that I need to do for school and you can imagine that I was kept hopping all weekend long.
Anyway, while I was out and about I had some interesting height-related encounters. The first came in my favourite clothing store in Waterloo. I was trying on some boots (flat black boots) and wandering around the store. The woman working came over to tell me that I was SO TALL, and asked how tall I was. She wanted to know what inseam pants I wear (35 for the record). Then she commented again that I was just SO TALL. She asked me if I ever wear Fidelity Jeans. It just so happens that I had a pair of Fidelity jeans about two years ago when they were still a pretty new brand. The beauty of this brand is how long they are – definitely a good call for a tall girl. I don’t buy them anymore though because they’ve gotten really popular and are now more expensive. But, if you want to check them out visit fidelitydenim.com/fidelity.php. I think they’ll cost you about $150 – $200. So this wasn’t really that bad of an encounter… the next one was worse.
On Saturday night I put on my heels that I mentioned in my Heels vs. Flats post (I wore the embarassingly destroyed pair out on halloween). So I was about 2 inches taller than normal, all dressed up, and out at the dinner. While standing in the hall I had an interesting conversation with a friend:
Him: Are you always that tall or are you wearing heels?
Me: I’m wearing heels.
Him: Well, I’m definitely not going to dance with you.
Awkward! I didn’t even want to dance with him, ESPECIALLY after that comment. I should have said something but of course I didn’t. Darn. Note to self: think of a list of witty tall comebacks for next time. haha. The annoying part was that I was feeling pretty good until that point height-wise. It brought me down for a few minutes, but then I decided just to forget about it. I can’t control his concern over his height, after all.
At least now when people say stuff to me the bright side is I know I can blog about it 
Oh the stories we get. This is one of the benefits and it is free. I’ve learned to enjoy it. In inches I’m 6′3 in bare feet and super thin, which makes me look taller I think. My posture is very good, which adds to the effect. There are many reasons people won’t dance with each other and height is just one of them.
I love to dance and joined a swing dance club last year. People were very happy to get a new member and after the first time they are just used to you. I’m the tallest one and women outnumber men two to one, so I dance the guy’s part. I can’t tell you how much fun it is. People look at the good dancers, not at the tall girl. I’m hoping to get good enough so they will look at me. My big treat to myself this year was having a “zoot suit” made. (a friend suggested it and I had to look it up). It is made to go with some 8 cm (about three inches) chunky heels that I can dance in. I normally don’t like heels, but the effect here is very nice.
Halloween was fun. I did a homemade frankenstein type monster with my hair done like I put a knife in an electric outlet and bolts in my neck. It is easier to pull off if you are tall.