Cyrus, in my sophomore year in college I lived with a lovely lady that was taller than I was (~4" or so), and was a lifeguard with an athletic figure and a baby-face. We shared a love of music, English Romantic literature, and philosophy. She was several years older than I was, and she was prepared to move on when she graduated. I was prepared, too, but saddened and wistful when she was gone. The night we met, I had waded through deep snow to a local watering-spot and sat myself down near the jukebox and that long,tall cutie came over to my table and asked if she could sit with me if she bought me a drink. Duh! I didn't need a great pickup line to be impressed by that lady - she pretty much had me when she smiled at me on her way to my table.
