Cool post from anonymous (TALL topic)
...They responded to my "tall sexy brunette at the casino" post. Here is what they said:Anonymous said...
This is a great blog! And I can relate. I am a 14 year old boy and I'm only 4ft7. I hope to grow a bit more because it's embarassing sometimes. Right now I fantasy about a 13 year old girl that comes to my school, a grade under mine, who is 6ft5 for the moment, she's all legs, she has long blond hair and she's quite good looking. She's very friendly but she sometimes makes fun of my height. She says her two younger sisters are way taller than me. I hope one day she'll invite me to her home. Anyway, you must have been short when you were my age. How about some memories of that old time?
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What an amazing post, and I think I am more than a little jealous....because honestly, I wish I was 4'7". I love being towered over by girls, ALL GIRLS! I hope you feel free to post any further experiences you have with her, and the height of her sisters.
I recall many tall girl experiences I had back then. I will certainly have to begin posting them here soon. I do remember most of the girls thinking I was 12, when I was actually 17. So really, my entire life I have been much smaller than nearly all the girls...in every grade, let alone every single guy (except 1 or 2 which were maybe shorter). I remember when my sister used to hang with her friends at the house. I was about 15 and they were a few years younger. Some of them were head and shoulders taller than me, and also sporting a physical development that put them at the favorable end of Darwin's natural selection. I was a 5' tall, pencil think weakling, and some of these girls were 5'4"- 5'8" tanned, busty pumped up hardbodies. Honestly, I could barely push open public doors, and I was so small that and stayed that way, so I suppose I got used to girls being much bigger than me, always.
I remember my sisters one friend, Jennifer. She was this little, doe-eyed pixie who was such a shy girl I couldn't help but think she was so sweet and awesome. My sis was friends with her for awhile, but after a couple summers...I got another look at Jennifer when I was in highschool. I was a junior, and she was a freshman. I was like 5'2" and still built like a twig. But she came in towering over me at about 5'9" sporting a tanned rocksolid body you can break bricks on, oh she was very athletic and developed. Formerly a girl I could joke around with, make her giggle and blush. Damn, she was sweet. Then as a freshman, she was a towering, tanned and unattainable hardbody who wouldn't even consider me a warmup. She could have probably overhead pressed me a dozen or so times.
I remember walking down the school hallways and looking up at her walking by me, and she was always surrounded by these other tall, sexy intimidating girls into sports and fitness. I always made it a point to smile at her and say Hi. My heart would race a million mph when she would walk by me, and I would measure her up as she went by. Oh my god she was sooo much taller. I can't compete to get a girl like that, but I can have fun trying. I think both me and Jennifer knew I didn't have a chance with her, its like a chihuahua trying to get with a full grown lioness.
posted by athletic tall-fan @ 4:01 AM
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These stories remind me of many situations of my teens! I was always at the shortest guy in class, and what made it worse, I was also the oldest. Even today, fully grown, I'm only 5'4", but I grew slowly and for a long time the difference to my class mates was even greater than at the and of my teens. And in our class, several girls were the tallest students, taller even than the tallest guys! I remember how for several years every time after the summer break I noticed how the others had again grown taller and how I had again shrunk by comparison. And it started to give me a real thrill! I began to secretly compare myself with the tallest girls. I remember one time when I was 14. The three tallest girls were standing in the door and I wanted to pass through. They hardly even noticed me! I still remember how I wriggled my way through between them - and under them. And I didn't see their faces or even their shoulders, which were far above me. Not even their boobs. I saw their belts, which were not much below my head! That's how tall they were and how short I was then. Although the difference decreased a few years later, I sometimes still fantasize about those years, when practically every single girl my age towered over me.
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