Does Size Matter?

Get your mind out of the gutter, I’m talking about height. 

At 5’8 I’m not the tallest gal out there, but slap on some heals and I’m 5’11 and towering over most people.  5’11 Doesn’t sound that tall, but trust me your dating pool greatly diminishes.  When I first started dating this was a big issue for me, but over the past few years I’ve thrown the requirement out the window.  I’ve dated men all shapes and sizes and I have enjoyed all of their company.  However, having had one serious boyfriend who was my height when I was barefoot made me realize maybe I’m not as comfortable with it as I’d like to be.  I was never completely ‘excited’ to be out with him, and it was always a dilemma when I was trying to put an outfit together that didn’t leave me towering over him.

I like feeling protected and surrounded by my man.  Old fashioned and silly, I know, but it really feels nice to have a big guy hugging you.  Fast forward to today and I have a dinner date with a man who’s shorter than I am.  I’m sure we would be equal heights barefoot, but I haven’t tested out that theory yet.  Shorty is fun, smart, and we shared a drunken make-out session on Halloween — but I’m still hung up on the height!!

Am I a terrible person for this?  For so long I’ve not let it be an issue and have dated men despite their height, but I feel like I’ve just been repressing my natural (un)attraction. 

“Love thy neighbor–and if he happens to be tall, debonair and devastating, it will be that much easier.” ~Mae West


Got Cash?

I recently read another blog post dealing with the idea that men should buy women drinks when ‘opening’ during their first meeting.  This reminded me of a tangentially related story of my own…

The main character is this very attractive man I dated on and off a few years back.  He was a part of the NYPD — and you know that special appeal men in uniform have.  Anyway, one night I invited Mr. NYPD to an amateur fight night in the city.  The tickets were $20 so I bought two and we were all set. 

We get there, and since I knew my way around I went straight to the concession stand and asked if he wanted a beer.   I had no problem buying since I had offered.  We finish the first round when someone conveniently walked by our seats selling beer.  I asked if he wanted another round and we were set for the next few matches. 

Right around the end of my second beer it’s time for me to break the seal (I swear I have a miniature bladder!).  He walks with me to the bathroom (I’m thinking wow, very gentleman-ly), but as we walk by the concession stand he stops me and asks:  “Do you have any cash for another beer?”  WHAT THE #$%&%^&$%*?!?!?!  Are you serious??  I mean I am all about modern gender roles, but it’s just common courtesy not to ask a girl for cash — right?  Particularly since I had been treating him to an entire night so far!   

I gave him the money for another round of beers 1) because I was caught so off-guard, and 2) because I seriously needed another beer to make it through the night without slapping him.  Is it just me or was that not ridiculous?  I have to ask, because I will admit upfront I lean toward traditional roles and prefer when a man doesn’t let his woman lift a finger (or dollar) for him.  Something about the question “Got Cash?” doesn’t connote sexy, romantic, or appealing.  Unfortunately for Mr. NYPD, the beer ATM (and any further dating consideration) ended after that round.

“Money is not the most important thing in the world. Love is. Fortunately, I love money.” ~Jackie Mason