That's right! Short women have had it too good for too long. It's time for all the leggy ladies of the world to receive the praise and appreciation they're rightfully due.

Hard to put a finger on where my attraction to taller women began, but it probably had something to do with when I discovered how captivating long legs could be. As a certified leg man, I’d pick legs over boobs or butts any day (they’re nice too though, don’t get me wrong!). Shorter women may have nice legs, but who would have longer, nicer legs but taller women?

Open to a wide variety of options tonight. We could have a stimulating height-related conversation, with topics ranging from whether heels complete an outfit or are just overkill, if you play basketball, if you're tired of people asking if you play basketball, and anything in between. We could also go down the RP route. I've left a sample of what an RP could entail below to give you an idea of my writing style (and appease the mods). Don't be afraid to hit me up if you're inspired to talk about anything not included here.

Looking forward to connecting!

The fall sports season is beginning in earnest, and campus is buzzing. The football team has a real shot of winning the conference this year, and every other team aside from football is also predicted to do well (let's be real, football is the real money maker at this school).

This marks my 10th year working in the university's athletics department. My old friends have all left for glorious jobs in bigger cities, and my parents worry I'm wasting my potential, but I still feel the same spark when walking into any NCAA arena that I did the first day of freshman orientation almost 15 years ago now. I've moved up the ranks as time has gone on, rising from Athletics Marketing Intern to Senior Game Day Manager. I get a front row seat to everything that makes the American college experience great, and I can't be any happier with my life (even if I'm cripplingly single).

Today, my duties have taken me to the first volleyball match of the season. I stand behind the scorers table during warm ups, directing student helpers in various tasks and generally making sure everything goes off without a hitch. I'm so invested in my work that I spend no time gawking at the arguably hottest team on campus, or for that matter pay attention to the fact that an errant volleyball is spiraling right toward my head.

I fall to the ground for a moment, seeing stars. When I come to, through the glare of the overhead lights, I'm greeted by the face of an angel...