When I married Halina, my first wife in 1969, who was also my first cousin (her mother and my mother were sisters), she was my height: 5 feet, 6 inches.

We were married in Bialystok, Poland and even though married to an American she had to wait two years to get a visa to come to America. Of course today, if you are a Muslim with rockets in your pockets, then no visa nor even a passport is required.

During those two years we waited she grew almost 7 inches while I grew zero inches. This might have been due to the fact that when we married she was a teen and I was 24 years old. She also filled out in the chest area; the word Amazon comes to mind.

I am not one who worries what people think, so even though my face was directly in her breasts when we danced, I didn't care. Of course, whenever my face is directly in any woman's breasts, I rarely think about anything else.

Sadly my present wife Ann had me destroy all photos of Halina when we married in 1975, so I have no photos of Halina to display; however, the following photo is something close to how she looked compared to other people around her.

I should mention that sex with a tall woman is not easy if you are a short person. Doing it standing up is impossible unless you get on a step-stool. And even in bed, for doggy style, one needs a few telephone books under the knees to position the entry point properly and a wobbly affair it is indeed.