The notion of dating a guy demonstrably shorter than me is a possibility bordering on highly improbable.

The likelihood of said dating height difference eventuating is about as plausible as a committed vegetarian fighting a carnivore at an all you can eat beef buffet.

Vertically blessed sometimes feels like it should be re-labelled vertically challenged. It’s not easy trying to blend into the social idealism of the female norm. At 6′2, add to that overweight, I blend in about as successfully as a stripper at a mormon convention.

It’s a well known fact, well it’s well known to me at least, that a tall guy, will make a bee-line for the shortest woman in the room. Sometimes so short a simple kiss between said short girl / tall guy would necessitate a step ladder extended by her or some serious chiropractic bills accumulated by him.

A couple of times i’ve momentarily considered dating a shorter guy, not Grant Denyer short, but short enough that you could see a difference. But the more I thought about it, the more I realised I just couldn’t. I mean really couldn’t.

I don’t think im being dominated by appearances or superficial or heightist. I just think it’s a preference. A very real preference. One that doesn’t conjure up images of an amazon & a pygmy.