He used to get asked all the time “Do you play baseketball?” to which he’d reply “Why? Do you play miniature golf?”
Ha ha ha!
I clearly remember standing on a bench kissing him and STILL being shorter than him.
And I’m not a petite woman by any stretch of the imagination.
So when I found out my latest date was 6’7” my first thought was “Okay, no big deal.”
It’s not like he’s seven feet tall.
However, having spent the afternoon with him I can now report back and say that yes, even 6’7” is tall.
I opted to wear heels because I figured I could get away with it.
Big Joe walked toward me to hug me and I was standing on a curb, in my heels.
I hugged him and was dwarfed by him even so.
Obviously I find his height very appealing.
I’m not gonna lie.
Look up “lumberjack” in the dictionary and it’ll have a picture of him with the caption “Big Joe.”
Which brings me to the other joke that my seven foot boyfriend used to say.
People would stare and say, “So is it true what they say about the size of a man’s shoes and his ___.”
To which he’d respond, “God no! I’d be ten feet tall!”