I’ve only dated a few men that are shorter than me. And when I say “a few” I mean one. Maybe two if I really dig—deep into the Dead Sea perhaps. I have definitely dated a lot of guys that are within an inch or two of my own height.
Being in a relationship with a shorter man does not bother me one bit. In fact, I think there should be more couples with shorter men and taller women. But if I have no problem at all, why do I usually find myself with those 6'2'' fellows?
Perhaps I’m a liar. A hypocrite sounds less harsh—I yam what I yam.
I pretend to be more open than I really am. Or are shorter men not as attracted to me? Maybe they don’t want to date taller women? Don’t get me wrong, I know that there are plenty of men that love taller women, and there are oodles of online groups that advertise their passion for long legs and height. I get it. There’s a lot of love floating in cyberspace. It is appreciated.
But despite those select groups of men, would the majority of men date an Olive Oyl? Are there really oceans of Popeyes that are blind to height? Maybe not even blind, but do these mysterious men find big feet, lanky bodies, and chicken-legs endearing?
Katie Holmes and Tom have nothing on Popeye and Olive Oyl’s chemistry. I don’t care if my favorite couple is based upon a cartoon, they work together. Who tops them?
Mickey and Minnie: Exactly the same height = perfect for googly eyes and lots of floating hearts, but Minnie doesn’t have Olive’s sass, and Popeye could take down Mickey with his pipe.
Barney and Betty: I forgot the height disparity here, and I’d like to favor this couple, but I never saw the attraction as a kid, and I still don’t. I always thought Wilma and Fred were the sexier couple. Maybe I need to watch some Saturday cartoons and give the Rubbles another look. Eh, probably won’t happen.
Homer and Marge: Out of the running by default. Does hair really count as height? Another topic, another time. Despite my warm affection for the humorous forty-year-old and his high school sweetheart, I can’t commit to this relationship.
Until I find a better couple, and I’m convinced otherwise, I’m sticking with my Popeye and Olive Oyl. And I’m considering an anchor tattoo or adding spinach to my diet. It’s a toss-up.