#Memories : Part 6

'Isn't that a palazzo?' He asks.
'Mm-hmm. Is there anything that you don't know about?' I counter question.

'You know a few more inches, and you could have been a supermodel.'

Huh?! Where did that come from? With my height, it wasn't like I never got such suggestions before....But why would he suddenly bring that up?
Is he mocking me?

Surely, two can play this game.

'Well. That's what heels are for. There was a time when I loved wearing them too.'

'Which ones? How much can your feet take?' He smirks.

What?! How does he know about heels?
I can vouch for that he isn't gay. Then that only leaves another alternative, he is a freaking know-it-all with a list of chicks behind the source of his knowledge.

'Um..Four inches.'

'A guy above six-feet would look great by your side then.'He said while tapping his foot.

This is getting way beyond irritating.
'Yeah...like you should with bimbos whose tits could give it tough to melons.' I'm mad...really mad.

'32B. I ain't complaining.' He says trying hard to suppress his smile.

'It's not thirty-......'
Fuck! is there anything that this man doesn't know about?