Height Gap Relationship Appealing Until I Realized We Look Like Dunk and Egg
I ask my friend, Rebecca, a simple leading question., Oone with an obvious answer: "Isn't this so hot?". I was showing her a mirror selfie my boyfriend and I took before our weekly cocktail bar date. I'm in a skimpy lil top with a flowy skirt and a green button down draped over my shoulders, a perfect vision of the sophisticated yet slutty woman I imagine myself to be— I'm literally sooo hot. Luke, my boyfriend, is behind me and because he is taller than me, he also looks so hot. Rebecca, much like any woman hearing a question like that, should know to just say it looks hot regardless of her real opinion. There's even something innate in her brain that should identify the height gap and find it hot. Instead, she begins to laugh. I fought the urge to immediately kill myself. "You guys look like Dunk and Egg!" were her words that reverberated through the canals of my ears. I fought against the instinct to kill myself again. "You're even wearing a green cape like Egg!". Death wouldn't suffice any more, I would need to pull the show off the air to feel any sort of peace.
It gets worse upon reflection when I realize Luke was my escape from my toxic family. My dad didn't approve of him and my brothers are so checked out and engrossed in their own bullshit, they've never cared I'm no longer around. My life is flashing before my eyes in quick succession. I see my alcoholic brother losing me at Disney World, I see Egg make his way to Ashford Meadow without Daemon. My nerdy brother is running from an avalanche of books, he is crushed. Maester Aemon kinda. My fucko angry brother gets our uncle killed in a bar fight, literally like Aerion. I see it all like Madame Web, I'm suffocated under the weight of the metaphor.
I looked at Rebecca, I guess I hadn't noticed the tears in my eyes until then. She takes a picture of me, the classic forehead angle with the 0.5 lens. Doubled over laughing, she manages to hand the phone over to me. My slickback bun combo'd with the angle making me look 2 feet tall presented the most Egg version of myself yet. My belief in being both sexy and sophisticated has been shattered. My phone starts ringing, it's Luke. I silence it.
You're tucked away in a corner, hours deep in each other's company while everyone else is hours deep into celebration. You don't usually feel like you're wanted. You've had a tough family life and anyone that did treat you halfway decent was so preoccupied with their own bullshit, you never felt like anyone really cared. Not with him though. Not with him towering over you, his largess both comforting and slightly fear inducing. It does feel like he could hurt you, but you know he doesn't have that in him. But if it ever came to it, he would absolutely protect you.
He's over 6 feet, barrel chested, and you're several feet shorter and fairy like, a dainty itsy bitsy lil thing. You've never been with anyone so big and tall, you didn't think someone like that would want someone puny like you. People must have questions about why and how you two work, but it's none of their business. He offers me height, and I offer him access to hard to reach places. He offers me protection, and I offer him social skills (he's a bit awkward). These are just words and transactions to simplify an otherwise fated relationship that can't really be put into words.
So this article can be interpreted in the same way if you read it as "he" is Dunk and "you" are Egg and if "he" is your tall ass boyfriend and "you" is just "you".