He was six-four and gorgeous.
Really? Wow. That heroine would make an excellent witness. Knowing just exactly how tall he was. Impressive.
Um, yeah. I don’t know about the rest of you, but I can’t look at someone and tell you their exact height. Not my husband, not my daughter and certainly some random stranger I’ve just met. Chances are, your heroine can’t either. Sure, she can know approximately how tall he is, but exactly? Nuh-uh.
Oh, and along the same line, she wouldn’t be able to give the exact length of his naughty parts either. Just saying.