Petite Lady!

For those of you who don't know me personally in order for this post to make sense, I must mention that similar to my icon, the Yellowtail Damselfish, I am fairly petite (under 5' tall). Since I believe in being honest my online profiles reflect this. I have received several odd emails or live chat messages regarding my size. Some just question it and think it was a mistake but others are a little more interesting and memorable:

Introductory Chat Message: You must get asked out by a lot of high schoolers
(In case you were curious; I've never been asked out by a high schooler. Even when I was in high school.)

Him: You're so small you could fit inside my pocket

Me: Depends on the size of the pocket I suppose

Him: I'm 6' 3" so my pockets are pretty large

(I've never tried to fit in a pocket before. Though, as my friends know, I do fit in a good sized duffel bag pretty easily)

Email: Would it be shallow of me to say I'm writing because I adore petite females or that your smile is the cutest thing ever?

(I'm not sure that makes him shallow, I am sure that it makes him male, I'm not sure that I responded to the email)

Email: I have a thang for short women! Want to get to know this 6'8" tall, romantic and sensual man? I'm a bad boy in good boy clothing!!

(6'8" wholly fuck, yeah I didn't respond to that one. Guys over 5'10" make me self conscious)

Should I say Yes?

A new funny email just arrived:

Your very beautiful, would you consider going to a formal ball event with me? I am Charles by the way...

I've never been invited to a formal ball... Should I say yes?

Monkey Business: Part 1

Wow, I can't believe it has been over a month since I've posted. I have been trying to find the perfect time to reveal the monkey business stories and I think now might be good.

Where to start... I started talking to this guy online. He was a massage therapists, vegan (I'm a vegetarian so it kinda fit), and I think he played a music instrument of some sort. After talking a week or so we decided it was time to meet in person, our first date was to an Italian restaurant a place we could both find something to eat. He got there two minutes before me so when I arrived he was already seated. As I approached the booth I realized that there was something fluffy sitting next to him and once I got to the booth the fluff turned into a stuffed animal monkey. At first I thought perhaps he brought it as a gift which was cute but a little weird for a first date. Then (lets call him) Micah introduced me to the fluffy friend which was not just a stuffed animal but a stuffed animal backpack. The monkey backpack was named Jorge and apparently a close friend of his.

But it didn't end there... Jorge also contributed to parts of the conversation and gave me advice on what drink to order. Other than Jorge the date went very well, conversation was interesting, he was entertaining, kinda cute, and he paid for the dinner.

Then as we walked out he put on the backpack, except he put it on the front side (like a baby) so when he hugged me goodbye my breasts were pushed into Jorge's face. Awkward!