I’m a tall girl. I measure up at about 5’11” (or about 180cm for you crazy foreigners).
My feelings about height have oscillated over the years – my height was great for sports but terrible for attracting boys, particularly in junior high/high school when I towered over the vast majority of them.
(I reached my current height by the age of 12. Yeah, you think about that for a minute. I still have stretch marks from the insane growth spurts of my youth. Sexy, I know.)
But then college came around and part of me was pissed I wasn’t taller so I could’ve had a better shot at playing D1 volleyball. And part of me still wished I was shorter because I discovered a terrifying trend: The taller the guy, the shorter he likes his women. You see it all the time – the 6’6” guy with the 4’11” girl.
Not cool, tall guys. Not cool. Continue reading