Boggled

I am boggled by my lack of perspective. I offer you evidence.

No. 1

When The Boyfriend and I first started going out, when asked to physically describe him by out-of-sight friends, I described him thus.

“Oh he’s got amazing hair, kind of like Shah Rukh Khan. Amazing hair. And also a big nose. Very like Adrien Brody. And cute face. But amazing hair. Very shiny and bouncy. And he’s as tall as I am”

When Redhead heard me once in the midst of description, she stared and kept staring.

“What?”

“You're kidding me, right? He’s 6ft tall, you are a midget.”

“Huh?”

“You are not 6foot .”

I teether between 5foot 3and a half inch and 5 foot 4.

In retrospect, I am shocked that I was shocked by The Boyfriend’s height.

Was I so distracted by his shiny hair that I failed to notice that I only came up to his shoulders? I’d like to think its because we didn’t take photographs together till 3 months into the relationship or maybe it’s because I was tooo in loooouuuuve.

No. 2

The other day, I rushed into WallyMart to get cheap and comfortable panties/knickers/underthings.

Eye sees Packet of 4 all tightly rolled up. Oooh Pink ones. Oooo Hanes. Ooo Nice.

Grabbed one.

Mind protests at size.

Protest quelled. 13 sounded about good when referenced against fact that I haven’t been to gym in a month, no two months.

Unpacked package .

Suffice to say Roomie and I can both fit into 1 panty and be comfortable.

No. 3

Gerry, my officemate, and I are discussing important top notch corporate news – the arrival of new badges with BigCorpThatTookOverus’ logo and our photo.

Gerry shows me his badge from old company.

“You look Japanese in this”, I say

“I am Japanese”

“What??”

“I am 50 percent Japanese”

“What???”

He takes off his glasses and I see it.

I like to think I was distracted by his stories