Comments - Why Im so short
At 5’8” I seemed to attract shorter men. One who I was particularly enthralled with actually jumped up in the air and clicked his heels together when I accepted a date. He later broke my heart when he decided I was too tall for him. So it works both ways.
In my mid 20’s, I fell in love with a 6’2” “lean, mean, fighting machine”. He was an ex-marine; we met at the YMCA. He asked, “Would you like to use my jump rope?” He was handsome. He took my hand and swept me off my feet.
We dated 8 years. I waited for him to finish school & get a job. (He proposed after a few years but my minister & our parents thought we should wait).
During that time I discovered what I thought of Tom was in reality incorrect. Although he had been on the boxing team in the marines, he told me he was afraid of everything. I learned he smoked, had a drinking problem, wore glasses & had been put in jail in the marines. He hid these things from me. He said later he was afraid I wouldn’t go out with him if I knew since I was such a “health nut”. When we went cross country skiing when visiting my sister & her husband, he was afraid of a hill and removed his skies to walk down.
He lied he graduated from college; actually his family hid this from me as well (they were enablers). He still lived at home. He was fired from his first job.
But I waited. I made dinners & entertained his family. He was book smart, well read, disciplined with exercise which I respected.
At the end, he said his sister said she didn’t think I respected him (he never liked her). So he asked me. I was always truthful. I said I didn’t respect that he still had to live at home with his parents. That infuriated him and caused him to end the relationship. But not before asking another girl to marry him prior to ending it with me. I was devastated & fell into a nightmarish depression.
He did love me fiercely, though. I know this. He wanted me to marry him & move into married housing 45 minutes away while he finished school. But I had a condo, a good job & seniority that was minutes away. I didn’t want to make the trip. (My friend felt he thought I would never marry him).
Surprisingly he told me that I was too much of a risk (the explanation for the break up).
What I am trying to say is it doesn’t matter how tall a person is. What matters is the substance of the person. A person can falsely portray themselves as something totally different than what is actual reality.
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