I have been average height for my entire life. It never bothered me one iota. When I was about 5 years old, my aunt married a hippie dude with a handlebar mustache, long hair and a motorcycle And he was 6 feet tall! He was the tallest person I had ever met. So at that time, I wanted to grow up to be 6 feet tall .
I never made it to 6 feet. My teenage growth spurt ended with me teaching 5’8″ at age 17. That was fine. I was satisfied with my growth because it transformed me from a fat kid to a skinny teenager.
At my height, I fit comfortably into most places – airplane seats, cars, beds, gym equipment, carnival rides, campers, etc. I can reach the upper shelves in most cabinets and use a stepladder for anything higher.
Some of my 6 foot + friends could toy with me in sports where height was an advantage like basketball, baseball and football. But, whatever. I never cared much.
It’s surprising how much is written that height is a primary consideration for women in the dating market.
Really? How arbitrary and inconsequential.
When I was actively dating I never thought about height. I was taller than most of the women I dated, who were all average height.
It seemed to me we were all seeking someone attractive, fun, cool, kind and interesting.
In fact, I remember many short guys from school who actually had great success dating.
I think “finding tall guys attractive” is more a byproduct of social media trends than an actual intrinsic preference.
I’ll bet doesn’t matter much to women in my Generation (X). Height, like many of the other requirements that seemed so critical when we were younger, are not important.
That’s certainly been the case for me.
I have new criteria for attractiveness that center around a woman’s personality, attitude, kindness and less superficial characteristics. That doesn’t make me blind to physical beauty and superficial “must haves”, it just makes them less of a priority.
