What surprised me was that I was only interested in hooking up with shorter guys.After years of trying to conform to what other people wanted and convincing myself that I should give up on the short guy thing, I finally admitted to myself that I really only enjoy dating shorter dudes.After all, everyone is the same height when they’re on a bar stool, and I’d not met many other men, tall or short, in whom I found a mutual unfettered enthusiasm for The Simpsons, crunchy peanut butter and the Ludacris song Area Codes.
I’m no giant, at 5”7, but I’ve been that height since I was 12, and when the other girls around me seemed delicate and petite, I always felt a bit ungainly.
It took me a long time to feel feminine on my own terms, but being on the arm of a tall man did the trick. It took me less than half a martini to change my mind.
As Lady Gaga would screech, “Baby, I was born this waaaaay.” I know I was. I’d stare at the shortest guys out on the playground, catching kickballs and sliding into homebases, hoping the taller guys would get the hell out of the way so I could ogle at the shrimps with my view unobstructed.
From the first time I noticed boys, I only noticed the shorter ones. You might want to whip out your hankies here because short guys did not seem to like me in return.
It hasn't been a good week for gentlemen of small stature.