![]() It was also the thing that hooked me, along with his height. ![]() Nathan was a lanky surfer type, with long knobby fingers that moved gracefully on a guitar, an effortless smile, and straight blond hair. That is, until Nathan’s family began attending our services. I was the tallest girl in my grade at my suburban Orange County church, and taller than almost all of the boys. ![]() ![]() Welcome to It’s Complicated, stories on the sometimes frustrating, sometimes confusing, always engrossing subject of modern relationships.
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