Tall girl dating short guy
Sexual attraction largely derives from your upbringing.
What’s interesting about my client, Alexis, is that she had it wrong when it comes to her attitude about short men.
The message many women send short men goes something like this: Yeah, sorry, but nothing you could say or do could ever give you a chance with me. For those of you who insist that you’re not attracted to short men, you should, at least, try to have a good reason why you’re not.
Men and women both fall prey to the (remarkably persistent) myth that sexual attraction works on auto-pilot, as if we are all preprogrammed to be attracted to the ones who captivate our attention. The type of person you’re attracted to depends largely on your beliefs. My client, Alexis, comes from the most machismo family I can imagine, full of firefighters, Marines, and gobs of Old Spice. In Alexis’ family, she was the only daughter and the men in her family were brawny and tough.
Oh you still have these moments when you try to imagine that he’s taller than you. He has been for many years and although I sometimes – secretly – wish they would, I don’t think things will change anytime soon. It took me a while to get over feeling like a football player (click to read my story) and dreaming of someone who would make me feel petite and delicate, but I’ve learned to have other priorities, like having someone who makes me feel loved and important.
Well yes ladies, my man is an inch AND A HALF shorter than me.
She is one of my clients who has never dated a short man, and she has no intention to ever date one.
Some of the kindest, strongest and most committed men I know are short.
You’re thin as a rail so on every picture of your first day on Earth you look like a starving child from one of these sad TV commercials. You’re happy, you’re drooling and eating and sleeping is all that matters to you. They annoy and hit the other little girls, but they are afraid of you so they leave you in peace. While all your friends have been invited to dance by a boy, you’re sitting there alone, feeling sad, and awkward.
You were born 2 minutes ago but you’re already 22 inches long. You’re already taller than all your little friends at school but for some reason it doesn’t bother you. You hate boys and being taller than all of them is very practical. You’re at your first party and you think it’s gonna be the time of your life but the DJ decides to put slow music on for 30 minutes.
There you watch romantic movies and spend your time on the internet typing the names of actors you fantasize about to know if they are taller than you – just in case you would meet one someday.
God seems to be busy because the only guy who’s interested in you is 5’5 and despite him being cute, intelligent, kind, gallant and funny, you don’t give a sh*t. You keep on praying for the perfect man to come, but when he shows up you pull out your measuring tape and you go back home. Who would have figured the world would stop on the day you meet that amazing, smart, talented, genuine, sweet, funny, brave, perfect…