Only 9 years, but with a difference...
I was working in Nottingham at the time and having a pretty good time - work hard-ish, play hard, that kind of thing.

Those of you who are familiar with Nottingham will know that there seem to be a lot of people living there, augmented by the very large student population, who like to have a good time and so it can be a very lively place to go out. Yes, the main drag(s) on a Fri. & Sat. night can only be described in one word - vivisection - but venture just a little off the beaten track and there's much fun to be had.

And it was in one such back-street club where the fun began. I was standing at the edge of the dance floor pint in hand while my mates had wandered off somewhere. A guy caught my eye and approached me.

"Hey pal - will you do us a favour?"

Moi: ???

"Look, I'm out with my bird, but her little sister's down to visit for the weekened and she's come along - will you just chat to her for a bit and keep her company? I'll get you a pint in..."

He turned and gestured at the little sister, who obviously wasn't privy to the rather selfish machinations that were occurring. Seeing me talking to her sister's BF she came over, assuming that I must be one of the guy's acquaintances.

So we started chatting and she turned out to be pretty, a little bit shy and quite charmingly naive. Turns out she was n-n-n-nineteen, while at he time I must have been 28-29. I dunno how I glossed over this or if I even bothered, 'cos I must have been quite refreshed to even go along with such a scheme.

Anyway, we got on like a house on fire except nobody was running around screaming with their hair on fire and at kicking out time, I ended up in a cab with the guy who's name I never even knew and the two sisters, back to his flat.

Chez mystery man (MM), music was played, drinks were served and drunken conversation attempted. Eventually MM indicated he was ready for bed via the time honoured method of theatrical arm-stretching and yawning and soon I was alone with little sister.

We cuddled up on the couch and a certain amount of fooling around occurred, which was nice. It got all a bit heated, she declared that she "liked me but didn't want full sex".

This may have been a misleading statement, or she may have changed her mind, as about five minutes later she was on MM's living room rug, naked and in the "I'm expecting company position" (elbows and knees). Also, she was curious regarding whether I had any condoms at all...

I did not, and neither did I want to complete the deed as for some reason it would have felt very wrong, like robbing a blind man. We both reached some kind of conclusion and fell asleep on cushions from the lounge suite.

Morning has broken. Sunlight streaming in. Hangover properly raging. I'm late for work. MM comes in gingerly, possibly in the expectation of unconscious nudity or worse - fortunately, we'd wisely re-robed during the wee small hours. He's bearing coffee, which I gratefull gulp down. I pecked little sister on the cheek, said my goodbyes and headed off into the morning...

The difference? The little sister wasn't so little: She was 6' 4". It's a whole new world tangling with someone when you're completely accustomed to being physically bigger than your partners...

[Before anybody chips in, small hands, no visible adam's apple, complete lack of stubble - anywhere!]
(apologies_for_length, Wed 10 Dec 2008, 13:58, 12 replies)

It is a little strange
being with a woman who's bigger than you are, when you're a fairly large person yourself. I'm 5' 11", so generally speaking I'm taller and bigger than most women- so when I've gotten physical with ladies my size or larger, it's felt a little odd at first.

'Course once you've done the deed it all feels fine, but still, initially it can be a little disorienting.

(I've since decided that I do really like tall women, I might add. It's nice to not have to bend down to kiss.)
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Wed 10 Dec 2008, 14:10, closed)

I'm with you there
my ex was about 5'2", I'm 6'2".

it's much better being with someone tall. the current Mrs V is 5'8". which is much better
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Wed 10 Dec 2008, 14:27, closed)

I once dated
a girl who was 5' 1", as I recall. I could never walk with my arm around her waist- if I tried I ended up with my hand on her boob. Which was nice, but she didn't feel comfortable with that in public...
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Wed 10 Dec 2008, 14:34, closed)

it was difficult to hold hands comfortably while walking too
either I'd have to bend down, or she'd have to hold her arm up

rubbish!

she had massive norks though
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Wed 10 Dec 2008, 14:43, closed)

I dream that one day
I shall find a lady taller than my ludicrously big 6'5" frame. I doubt it shall ever happen, though.

Still, don't suppose you happen to have the little sister's number? :D
(DarkLite swallowed my entire undercarriage, Wed 10 Dec 2008, 14:12, closed)

I know the feeling
my ex was also 6ft4 and had legs that just went on and on. They actually got in the way sometimes :S

Mind you, I've gone to the other end of the spectrum (5ft).
(Himjim died a little more inside on, Wed 10 Dec 2008, 14:39, closed)

Tall women are ace.
And also very handy to have around.
( girlinthehole, Wed 10 Dec 2008, 14:57, closed)

Agreed.
It's nice to not always have to reach things down from cabinet shelves for someone else.

And there are other good things as well, of course...
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Wed 10 Dec 2008, 15:16, closed)

There was a 6 inch height difference
bewteen me and my ex. As in I was six inches taller than him. And also at the time I was also about 4 stone heavier, due to me being at that time rather more built for comfort than speed and him being rather light.

He loved the height difference as he could usually see straight down the front of my top and would generally use my boobs as a pillow when waiting at the bar. I do however now have a tendency to go for blokes who are 6'2" and over.

The tallest bloke I ever pulled was 6' 10". It made such a pleasant change to feel so tiny!
(Rakky (forgot her password) The muffin maverick, Wed 10 Dec 2008, 16:52, closed)

I'm not particularly tall
at 5'7" but I always prefer taller men because otherwise I feel like the strapping country lass that I am...although inside I'm a tiny petite and delicate little thing. Honest.
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Wed 10 Dec 2008, 21:28, closed)

I once was in a relationship
With a girl who was 5' tall. A full 17" of height difference is not actually all that fun - it rules out a lot of the positions and such.

Though to be fair, even with my current ladyfriend, who is a much more agreeable 6'1", I'm still too tall to get some of the positions quite right. Combined with the fact that she cannot abide anything touching her cervix, this leads to some awkward issues of angles etc.

Though, being much taller than your partner does have benefits - ending arguments is easy, I just pick them up and set them down on top of a table/drawers/dresser/wardrobe/car. :D
(DarkLite swallowed my entire undercarriage, Thu 11 Dec 2008, 0:08, closed)

My rubbish ex
Er... So, ex ex, was 5'2.
And I'm about 6'3.

I can think of no benefits to that.
Well, after she refused to wear the tray-hat, anyway.
( Cawl, Wed 10 Dec 2008, 22:40, closed)