Girls dating short guys
After all, shouldn’t the right man make me feel feminine and small?Now, don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing bad in finding your man’s height swoon-worthy.I wanted to know if height was the only difference and the constant deal breaker. So I moved my profile from Pittsburgh and posted it for 3 days in a town where nobody knew me (Philadelphia). He actually was a couple inches taller than me, but the question caught me off guard. probably not,” I awkwardly admitted, embarrassed that I had gone with the two-inch wedges. ” She laughed at me and said, “Oh, I promise, your priorities are going to change.” “Not about that,” I replied. When Mark asked me to his dance months later, I not-so-politely declined—“Oh, Mark, you know we are just friends”—and instead accepted a later invitation from his significantly taller but significantly less charming friend.It was as if he had peeped in on my mental conversation earlier that afternoon, when I was debating whether I should wear wedges or flats.“I don’t really know . While he probably just asked this question out of banal curiosity—he wasn’t exactly the tallest guy in the world—little did he know how loaded this question really was. Years before this, I went to an all-female high school, which meant that if there were going to be boys present at a dance, we had to invite them. Sure, Mark was my buddy from childhood—we talked on AIM all the time. Through high school and college, and even into my early twenties, with beau after beau, height was one of the defining characteristics in what I found attractive in a man.I didn’t want to mention it for the same reason that Tom didn’t want to mention it in his profile: because it’s irrelevant to anything that makes him a good accountant, husband, or father. He’s just been confronted with a very ugly reality that has shaken his confidence in people.Yet his height defines him, since it has prevented otherwise interested women from being interested in him over the course of his entire life. Okay, I’m kidding about the last part, but only because I’m so serious about the rest of this. And even though we had good initial results, the fact remains, empirically: women don’t want short men.
Slowly, this extreme standard of height waned, but I still felt awkward if he was near as tall as I was.
Or have we bought the idea that we need to be smaller in order to be loved?
Whether it’s weight or height, one thing is for certain: Women generally don’t like feeling big. Only weeks after that guy asked if I would hypothetically be interested in a man shorter than me, I unexpectedly met the man who would become my husband at an Iron and Wine concert in Chicago. And while he makes me feel feminine, one thing’s for certain: He never makes me feel like I need to be smaller.
Why do so many women feel the need to shrink away, as I did, when I was wearing those wedges?
Is it because we are constantly comparing ourselves to a tiny female archetype, in order to complement the prevailing tall and muscular male ideal?