If you are from Texas, I have unintentionally been misleading you.
I have a new friend, Andrea, and when she met Nick, the first thing she said was, "You're not that big!"
Which is along the lines of things that I tend to say and then there is an awkward pause.
And there was.
Nick looked at her, and he looked at me and I shrugged, and so then I looked at her and we had this funny little looking-at triangle. And then she said, "I read Lisa's blog and she's always talking about how enormous you are!"
Nick said, "Oh."
Because what can you say? "I am so!"?
(Nick had an old girlfriend who once introduced him to a friend of hers at a party with, "You'll like each other. You're both tall." And then she walked away, leaving the tall men to their own devices. It is both a strange and awkward way to start a conversation and is now my preferred line for introductions of tall friends.)
So I said, in defense of Nick's enormity or more importantly, my veracity, "Well, compared to me he's enormous!"
She explained, "It's not that he's not tall. It's just that I'm from Texas."
You think you pull your boots on right and wear your hat so well...