Does being Tall bring the excitement? (spoiler…yes)

The other day a girl at work said something that has resonated with me all week. She said, ‘You lead the most exciting life. I love hearing about all of your adventures!’ I was taken aback. I think that I’m pretty boring, in general, only because I still don’t consider myself to have much of a social life here in Madison.  My typical night includes reading, walking, maybe a glass (or two) of wine, surfing the internet, and maybe the tv on in the background.  Oh, and watching my cats chase each other!  Boring stuff.

But then I got to thinking…I’m pretty good at finding the ‘fun’ in my life when those weird situations pop up.  You know, like ALL of those people who comment on my height.  I throw my arms around those situations (not the people) and milk it for everything I can.  Homeless people, vendors at work, co-workers, randoms at the store, etc.  Everywhere I go I can pretty much count on someone saying something.

I went to Bed Bath and BEYOND over the weekend to buy a new comforter.  (And in case you’re wondering, the one I purchased is so awesome I’m showing a pic, below)  And I was asked not once, but twice to assist with grabbing something off the shelf.  That’s 2 times people!  I made social contact because of my height, twice, with complete strangers.  And it was pretty amazing because we giggled, than laughed heartily when I dropped the item, and then we stared longingly into each other’s eyes….okay, I go too far sometimes.  That didn’t happen. The thought does make me giggle though.

This is the Seasons Reversible, Down Alternative.  In Red.

This is the Seasons Reversible, Down Alternative. In Red.

I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve received an ego boost when someone asks me if I used to be a model or if I’ve ever done any modeling.  I always say yes as I hand them a folded up picture from…okay, again, I go too far.  No.  I never modeled. Although for the record, there was that one time in the tenth grade when I did a photo shoot to enter a modeling contest.  (I’m being serious)  My mom and her friend had a couple of drinks and thought that it would be a great idea to enter me.  I didn’t win.

Oh, and I LOVE it when I pass by a little kid.  Recently, I over-heard a youngster say about me, ‘She big’.  That’s right, ‘I big’.  I can also touch the ceiling, look at your teacher’s bald-spot, and clean the top shelf without getting a step stool.  She Big.

I get asked on a daily basis where I purchase my clothes.  I’m a walking advertisement.  I like to think it’s because I’m fashion-forward and totally rad when it comes to putting together that outfit that screams ‘Holli is fabulous’ however I also realize other tall women are simply looking to see whether your hemline hits your ankle, your shoe, or the floor.  But I make that conversation exciting!  I put some punch in my comeback.  How many other women do you know have a 38″ inseam and can kick you in the face?  (I suppose I don’t need to bring up the fact I’ve got a pretty good kick but didn’t I warn you that I keep my comebacks snappy?)

Excitement in my life?  Yes.  I suppose there is some excitement in my life.  But it’s because I make it that way and I use my height as part of it.  I also use my cats.  Remind me to tell you about the time my little white, Persian Doll kitty ate some bacon grease.  He suffered some gastrointestinal distress…and he has extremely long white hair.  Diarrhea and long, white hair.  Yeah, it was a lovely morning.  But once again, part of my exciting, TALL life.

I'm not really sure what that look is.  In fact, I don't want to know.

I’m not really sure what that look is. In fact, I don’t want to know.

Tall Girl trying to help the Homeless

I’ve been in Madison, WI a little over a month now and I’ve really enjoyed my time here so far.  I live close to downtown and I get the opportunity to walk to work every day.  Which means, I walk by our beautiful capitol every morning and every evening.  Our capitol square is usually very busy with all walks of life and this also gives me the opportunity to people-watch as I enjoy my daily walks.  I have the mindset that people are weird, amazing creatures and I will never fully understand how people think or what causes people to act the way they act sometimes.

This picture has nothing to do with the story but I always like to have a picture.

I have a tendency to look around me as I walk.  Actually, let me tell you a bit about me before I go into my story.  I enjoy making eye-contact with people on my daily walk sometimes because this gives me a bit of socialization and preps me for my day.  Some days I’ll go about my walks simply thinking and looking but not really making eye contact and some days I’ll say ‘Good Morning’ to everyone I see.  It really depends on the day.  This past week I had an instance of more than a simple ‘Hello’.

I have this particular homeless man who when I see him in the mornings he has always said, ‘Hi Beautiful’ to me.  This starts my day off on a positive note and gives me an ego boost in the mornings.  Earlier this week my ‘regular’ stopped me on my way home.  He wanted to ask me a question.  Of course I stopped and said, ‘yes’.  He made a little small talk at first and then asked me if I could help him find a homeless shelter for the winter.  This tugged at my heartstrings a bit because winters in the Midwest are nothing to sneeze at and I can’t even imagine not having a safe (and warm) place to sleep every night.

I work for a State Housing Authority and while I don’t have any connections to charities or shelters, I figured it wouldn’t hurt me to ask around to see if I could find some assistance for this young man.  I gave him my business card and because I see him nearly every day, I said I would talk to him later in the week and share with him whatever information I could find.

Two days later I received a call at work.  It was Kyle.  He wanted to know if I had found out any information for him.  I really didn’t have anything to give him yet because although I had been asking around for him, I didn’t have anything substantial.  I let him know this and told him to give me a few more days.  About two hours later I got a call from my receptionist letting me know that I had a visitor named Kyle and that I ‘would know who he was’.

I went to meet Kyle in our lobby, with red-flags dancing in my head.  I had talked to him not two hours ago and let him know that I didn’t have any information for him, why was he here at my place of work?

I stayed in the lobby because it’s a public place and I didn’t want to take him back to my office since I work in a secure building.  He had dressed up as best he could by wearing khaki’s, a jean shirt, and a tie.  He even pulled his long hair into a bun.

After a quick hello Kyle asked me what he had come there to ask me.  He wanted to ask me on a date.  I was floored and completely rendered speechless for a few minutes.  While he talked about a few other things my mind was racing, ‘how do I get myself out of this situation causing the least amount of damage?’

I quickly interrupted him and said that I couldn’t go on a date with him but I would still try to help him find shelter as best I could.  Thankfully, our receptionist, the consummate professional that she is, overheard the overall conversation and quickly came to my rescue by printing out several pages for shelters and missions in the area and discreetly handed them to me as she passed by.

I then quickly ushered him out of the building and finally, caught my breath.

I’m not a scaredy-cat.  In fact, there are times when I should be frightened but because of my height, my attitude, and the way I was brought up, I’m simply not scared.  But I’ll be honest, I was a touch on the un-nerved side.  I don’t think I knowingly put myself in scary situations, but this isn’t the first time where I’ve done something that I thought was the right thing and it turned out to be not so right (I still don’t necessarily think it was wrong).

So…the moral of my story is this: it doesn’t hurt to want to help people, but sometimes it is better to let the professionals handle it.  I can always volunteer at a shelter or soup kitchen rather than try to assist someone personally.  I wish I could say ‘Lesson Learned’ but knowing me, an odd situation will present itself again and I’ll unwittingly make a decision I potentially may regret.  But as long as I know I’m always trying to do the right thing, then I’m okay with those decisions too.

Again…the picture has nothing to do with the story except I do try to do the right thing. And that makes me happy with who I am.