“Would you ever consider dating a guy who was shorter than you?”It was a year after college, and the person asking me that was a guy I had just started casually dating.I don’t know how to respond to that.) Now, I don’t usually mind, but occasionally I get quite pissed off and snappy.His mate, for instance, once came onto me by highlighting my boyfriend’s height and talking about how he himself would go to the gym all the time and happened to be 6ft. I think the phrase, ‘You’re a c**t’ was also used, by me.Yet, when I think about why I thought tall guys were more attractive, I found that it boiled down to one thing: my own insecurities. While I didn’t exactly have an eating disorder, I can’t recall a time during my adolescence when I wasn’t on some sort of diet.
When people say, ‘Oh God, I could never do that,’ I want to tell them that there are so many worse things a boyfriend could be. I distinctly remember brainstorming who I was going to invite to my first dance as a freshman. He was cute, friendly, funny, and pretty much the ideal first-dance date candidate except for one thing: He was a couple inches shorter than me. If I still felt petite wearing four-inch heels with my frame of 5 feet 6 inches, he was worth my attention.Slowly, this extreme standard of height waned, but I still felt awkward if he was near as tall as I was.When I dreamed of my future romances, all I thought about was how he’d make me feel.I imagined looking up at him, feeling his large muscular build protect me from the world.