I first got into girls just after 22, after about half a year with a orphan I found in a hospital. I realize that sounds way worse that it is, but she's doing good now. She has a girlfriend, a place to live and someone to look up to now, which she didn't have before.
Anyway, I've never been the biggest of girls, few inches below average and light build.
And one day at work, a Tuesday, in comes someone we call M. She's properly tall, easily over 6 feet and has the farmgirl aesthetics nailed down perfectly, body wise anyway. I legit don't think I dared to speak to her for a week.
Due to some circumstances I haven't spoken to people much. Read too much in school instead of getting friends.
Usually I didn't even dare to be at the same floor as she worked in, like eating my lunch in the changing rooms instead of in the cafeteria. Which worked great, until I walked in on her changing. Ran out, tripped, fell, nosebleed.
She gets out, picks me up in a bridal carry and puts me down on a sofa, but I still couldn't form cohesive sentences, as much as I tried.
She probably found that cute, since it's a few trips back and forwards, she drives me home, I bring her cookies as a thanks, then got invited for dinner and now we've been engaged since this summer.
She's "only" about 3 years older, but has a good 9 inches on me in height, I guess that counts for something