Tall. She was very tall, so tall that I had to step back to speak to her. There was no chance of eye contact. Truth is I am not a very tall person so this is not an unusual situation yet it was. I am more used to men towering over me. Don't think I have ever met a woman this tall.
Not that she was a freak or anything. She didn't have those large features that make some very tall people seem odd. Her face although the right size for her body, she definitely wasn't a pin-head, was pretty and her features beautifully sized and shaped. You know a sort of TV face, perfect shaped nose, large brown eyes almost child like but made up with long mascaraed lashes and two tone eye lids that shimmered in brown and gold. Her lips were perfectly full, but not overly like you would want to stick her on the window or think of Lesley Ash!
Her hands were big, but not shovel like with long pianist fingers that were immaculately manicured and the nails painted with a gentle and subtle pink, not to pink or bright as to be common and not too faint either. Her hands were feminine. I didn't find myself searching for a possible Adam's Apple or seeing how huge her feet were, or seeing if she walked legs wide apart and perched on her heels stumbling inappropriately and walking too heavily.
This was all woman.
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