Back in the day I dated a couple of women that were a lot

taller than me. I think I peaked out a little over 5'6" and I know I'm probably about 5'4" now. We shrink with age.

But still, at the height of 5'6" I was shorter than average.

A briefly dated a couple of much taller woman, one was at least 6' tall, the other two were pretty close. It didn't bother me a bit, in fact I rather enjoyed escorting a much taller woman as I have a twisted sister sense of life, anyway. If I recall, two of them asked me if it bothered me. I think the others I dated simply knew I didn't care.

"No, it doesn't," I replied. "and I don't want you to hunch over, either and when we go anywhere I'd like it if you wore heels."

One of them was really comfortable to hang out with because she had an outrageous sense of humor and was as close to embarrass proof as any woman I have ever met. We did some outrageous things together.

The one that was a full six feet barefooted was built like Jessica Rabbit and a couple of times we went out she wore a pour me into this, please, really sexy outfit with four inch heels. We looked rather funny together. The honey hormone squash amazon well over six feet tall with a short, stocky somewhat scruffy fisherman.

She wore that outfit with me the night of the Great White Shark Hunt which was a truly wild event that almost saw my running partner shot for reasons I won't get into here. At one point there were eight or ten of us in various states of dress, undress and overdress.

I was wearing a double breasted white linen suit topped with a huge Panama hat and looked like a government assigned diplomat to the Philippines or somewhere.

That night one woman commented that my date was a foot taller than I was. I pulled my date close to me, looked at the woman and said, "I'm gonna marry her and take her back to the farm so I have someone to love, milk and plow."

Of course everyone within earshot reacted differently. Some cringed, expecting to see me slapped silly by my date. Others, including my date, outright laughed like hell. The woman that had commented about our differences in height turned purple. 

Of course, the incident made the rounds of the bars and for a few days I had several drinks bought for me from those that were amused.

I won't get into the details about much of the shark hunt night. Some of us are still alive and it could embarrass them.

I guess I wrote this post to tell some of you younger guys that a woman's height means nothing. 

If she is interesting and intelligent, ask her out. If she seems to have a problem with your height, it's on her. She's the one with the problem, not you and she's already outed herself as being self conscious and is probably not worth going out with.

   










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