Barb: She told me about her “Vertical Vixens” group of female friends. It’s a group of women, all over six feet tall, that go out together occasionally.
Joe: Would this be opposed to the “Horizontal Vixens”?
Barb: Only a guy would have that as his first thought.
Actually, that wasn’t my first thought. It was just the first thought I allowed myself to express. But correcting her on that point would not have been in my best interest.
I have “a thing” for tall women.
I remember a co-worker, a lady about 6’5″. She was partial to high heels. Why not, she said — it’s not as if wearing flats would disguise her height. And it was handy to be able to stare down guys who were annoying her.
Then again, I married a wonderful lady a foot shorter than I am.
Barb doesn’t do well in high heels and told me about that early on. Fine with me. I find anyone, man or woman, taller than me to be intimidating. I can’t imagine what it must be like to go through life at a height where half or more of the population is taller than you.
Ha, Horizontal vixens was my first thought.
My first thought was “horizontal ‘hoes”. Probably best left un-vocalized as well.
I, too, have an eye for the tall ladies. Especially when they are supported by fine, long legs…
No no no. “Horizontal Honeys”. And there are any number of other nice words beginning with H you can come up with.
My ex-business partner met Brigitte Nielsen once. He was tall but he described her as “Amazonian” — and I think she does wear heels.
Brigitte is 6′ 1″. Barb is just under 6′ 1″.
Sorry Barb, but I’m siding with Joe, horizontal vixens is how I roll.