The title for this post came to me yesterday when I was chatting with my stylist while she was doing my hair. I love Doris...she is a calming and supportive person, never looking at the glass as half empty, but half full...the reason for this title?? I met a guy this week, and the matter of height came front and centre- but to my surprise...it didn't matter.
Let me explain...I am almost 5'6 ...I am long in the upper body and therefore look taller ( also the fact that I love high heels doesn't help my cause..), people always tell me that I look more around 5'7 or 5'8 and I feel almost like I have to present my last measurement from my annual physical in order for people to believe me. My ex-boyfriend ( the rat-bastard that he was) had one thing that I was willing to let all the other shitty things he did go...height. He was 6'4, which meant I felt protected, small and like a girl should feel with a guy. That was then..this is now.
I was "set -up" with V on Monday. To my surprise we had a very easy banter via phone and text messages..almost like we have known each other forever. He had seen a picture of me, so there was no surprise there, but for me it was a total blind date. We spoke all week and his voice and his easy going attitude just drew me in. We had plans to meet on Sunday, but spontaneously, he asked me Friday to meet him after work. I said yes, and spent the day a bag of butterflies in my tummy. I worried, what if when he meets me it is not the same as seeing the vision in the picture? What will he look like? What about our height?
Time arrived and as he walked towards me ...he was shorter than I, but that all fell away once we started our conversation. As we set out to grab a coffee, I was just chatting along, when all of the sudden, he said to me..." your very pretty". Never, never...has anyone ever said that to me. Sure, they have told me I looked good, hot, sexy whatever ...but never pretty. I was taken aback..I thanked him and we went about our evening. That made me think yesterday when I was talking to Doris. It hit me all of the sudden...not one of the older men that I have gone out on dates with ( V is 32 and I am 38)..never so much complimented me and here is V ...telling me I am pretty after having met me less than 10 minutes before. Now I don't think he said it as a "line" because I have been fed those before...and his was genuine and sincere. I can't explain, but his height means nothing ...were he one of the others I had gone on blind dates with...it would have been an issue, because they literally acted like they couldn't care a less to know me and that they were doing me a favour by going on a date me with. ...this made the issue of height...not an issue anymore.
Doris gave me some insight...she said that maybe V is the one, maybe he is a stepping stone...because I found something in someone that I was craving forever ...which is a calming person, someone who wants to know everything about me..and who is a gentleman..despite the difference in age and height.
As I told my mother the next day..."so how tall is he??" she said...I replied, " he is shorter and younger, I am taller and older ...so it is a wash....and I finally see that height doesn't matter, and good things do indeed....come in small packages.
xoxo
BT&HB
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