…is my lovely friend, Nina.  Quite some time ago we had a conversation that went something like this:

“I think you’re smaller than me.”

“No, I think you’re smaller than me.”

“Well, I think I’m shorter than you, but you’re skinnier than me.”

“I don’t think so.  How about we just agree that we’re the same size?”

“OK.”

Now please excuse me for a moment while I count the ways in which my vertical challenges are actually a gift in disguise.

1. The highest of heels will never make you taller than your date.
2. The dating pool is much larger than your amazonian counterparts.
3. Big heels look better in a size 5 rather than a 10.
4. Good things come in small packages, no?
5. According to Nina (and she probably doesn’t even remember saying it), our personalities are too big for our bodies making us more fun and outgoing.
6. No long, awkward limbs when we dance.
7. People assume you were a gymnast/dancer/cheerleader (I’ve been 2 of the three).  Why, you ask, is this a good thing?  I am chained to a computer for most of my waking hours.  It leads me to believe I still look relatively in shape.
8. If you fall over you’re already close to the ground so it doesn’t hurt as much.  This is an important one to me because I tend to take a lot of diggers.  See #1 and #3 as to why.

I could go on, but for fear of offending any vertically gifted readers, I will stop.  Anywho, I took these photos of Nina (and myself) on my rooftop a couple of weeks ago on a chilly Saturday.