Sunday, June 22, 2008

Does height matter?

In college I coined it the Jolly-Green Giant Syndrome. I was suspicious of men shorter than me that pursued me as a romantic interest. I thought back to slow-dancing at the high school dance and the guy who only came to my breast. He mumbled the Luther Vandross song as he rested his head on my left breast. Or the mere fact that I was taller than everyone (girls and guys) throughout most of my high school life. I didn't date much in high school. Not only because of the height issue but there just weren't a lot of eligible boys. And at that age, guys liked having girlfriends that were shorter or smaller than them. I was always on the back row for school pictures, or any event that included lining up from shortest to tallest. I waved to my girlfriends up front...I was in back with all the boys. Thankfully enough, my family instilled great values in me and I never slouched. I held my chin up and shoulders back. But I also secretly dreamed of the boyfriend that I could look up to and that would make me feel dainty. However, college proved to be an ideal situation for dating because most of the men had reached their height potential. No situation is perfect, I still got called names like - Big Bird, 6'5 (I'm 5'11), or Stretch. I remember once being asked to dance, and when I stood up it was glaringly obvious I was taller than him. His expression appeared a bit uncomfortable. We made it out to the dance floor and then he abandoned me. I think after that moment, I subconsciously swore off dating shorter men. It wasn't until 11 years later that I fell for my first short man. I noticed him when he walked in the restaurant, I thought he was cute and short. He happened to know the friend I was with, so we all engaged in conversation. I ended up talking to him most of the evening, I found him interesting. He mentioned later that he couldn't help but stare at my breast at points during the conversation. From his vantage point of 5'7 (still think he might have been shorter) I guess it was inevitable, right? We became fast friends and even faster lovers. He told me, he'd dated a couple women taller before. It was a little different for me at first: being the taller one, looking down at him, or my legs dragging the floor when he carried me to the bedroom. Still, I maintained an open mind and decided I would put that feeling behind me to truly get to know this person - this man shorter than me. It was an intense relationship for about seven months. The sex was amazing. And it is true what they say - it doesn't make a difference when you're lying in bed. Although, there are a couple positions that didn't work well with the height difference: standing up or doggy-style. Nonetheless, I have told my girlfriends that he's in the top two for best sex I've ever had. No, I don't think it was because he was short...we were more sexually compatible versus being a good match romantically. Physically, my preference is to date someone taller than me but I can truly say I'm open to dating men shorter than me.