I had the time of my life tonight.
Well, not my actual life. I had a terrific date with a man who was...um, short.
But here's the thing...for some reason, I didn't care.
I was wearing 4 inch heels with a little platform to boot. (Making me 5 inches taller.)
I towered over the man.
Do you think it bothered him? Nope.
We met at an exclusive restaurant.
We had lobster and...well, ya know.
He forced me to take home several desserts for my nephews.
And something so small...something I'd forgotten men should do...he paid for my valet.
I forgot men did that.