I saw That Girl last night at a ballroom dance; she was dressed real nice but also working as a photographer for yearbook. She seemed calm, poised, regal, and very taller than usual, something that seemed odd until I realized she was wearing heels, something she hadn't done very much of when we were together.
She can wear heels now, courtesy of not having to stoop down to my level, and I don't have to look up anymore. Good decision or not, at least now I know there's a practical benefit to all this, and the future is pretty bright for her.
For me, well, we've got some work to do. More on this (and an honest-to-goodness Dance Story [!!!]) later.