The Height Of Disaster - Admitting Your Height

I once had a single date and told a tall man who was over six foot tall my height - stated it as so many inches and three quarters. I could not understand why he did not date me again. 

Two years later I met him again without realizing I knew him. I had changed my hair colour and changed weight and he did not recognize me.

On second or third date he asked me my height. I told him, rounded up the figure. He replied,'That's okay. I once dated a girl who was (figure with the fraction) and that was too short.'

After a minute's silence, I said, 'You met me in Birmingham - spring two years ago!'

I'd never realized that the lack of a quarter of an inch had made me sound too short.

The second time around, again, the relationship ended. 

He just didn't like the idea of a girl who was so short.

I should have kept quiet about my real height the second time.   

  

I lost another relationship with a man who told me, after we'd arranged a dinner date, and I wanted to know his particulars so as to recognize him, that he was only five foot three. I thought about it and decided that it didn’t matter. He could wear built up shoes. On a date he could stay sitting down. Lying in bed you can be eye to eye or - all sorts of things.

However, he then cancelled the date by email. He said he was upset that I sounded flummoxed about his height and wanted somebody who liked him 100%. 

He had just gone through a divorce. I think he was being over-sensitive. 

I had agreed to meet him. We might have disliked each other anyway, or just felt lukewarm. Or we might have liked each other so much that height was not an issue, or it was an issue but with one negative and dozens of positives the total relationship scored a plus.

I think he made more of an issue with it than I did. Clearly he was a person to magnify difficulties, when he could have smoothed it over.

Many relationships succeed despite all sorts of problems. But you have to get to the confident conversation stage.

I can imagine two jolly people joking away:

Him: “Hey you’re a midget - why would a lamp-post like me want to meet a midget like you!’’

Her: “Cos you’ve never seen a midget like me. I’m the queen of midgets. And I’m the only midget who would put up with a rude lamp-post like you.”