I’ve always been a tall girl. Standing at 5’10, it’s hard not to notice my height. To make matters worse, I love wearing sky-high heels which only make me freakishly tall. However, I wasn’t always comfortable with my height. While growing up, the boys used to tease me since I towered over all of them and it was hard for me to make friends.
When I grew up and entered the dating scene, things only got worse. Finding a guy who wasn’t intimidated by my height was a challenge. I had to include my height on my dating profiles and social media accounts so they wouldn’t be surprised when we met in person. Still, my height was always an issue for the guys that I’ve met.
“You’re taller than I expected.”
“I’m 5’10 and I’m wearing heels.”
It was like a chorus. I heard these words so many times that I started to believe what people had told me all the time – most guys don’t like tall girls. I accepted that I may never find a partner and stopped looking altogether.
One day, when I was going about my business, I got a call from a friend of mine. You’d have thought she was telling me that I had just won the lottery but it was about a guy she had just met.
“There’s this guy called Mark. I think he’s just your type.” She said.
“That’s not my concern. Does he know I’m 5’10?”
“Don’t worry about that. He’s a tall man as well. You won’t tower over him even if you wear heels.”
After talking for nearly an hour, she convinced me to give the guy a chance and to be honest, I was also sold on this dream guy. I thought I had finally found my match.
“I’ll send you his number. He’s expecting your call.”
“Okay,” I replied then hang up.
Minutes later, I received a WhatsApp message from Sheila along with the dream guy’s number. The first thing I did was check his profile photo. He did look tall and he was good-looking too which got me excited.
I called him immediately and he picked up.
“Hi. This is Jane. Sheila gave me your number.”
“Jane!” He said excitedly. “I’m happy you called. Sheila has told me many good things about you.”
“Really? What did she say?”
“She told me you like food.” He said then laughed.
“What? Why would she say that?”
“I think it’s cute. What’s your favourite restaurant?”
“Okay, we can go to the one at Village Market.”
“That sounds good.”
We talked for another thirty minutes but it seemed like we had only talked for five minutes. The more I talked to Mark, the more I felt myself warming up and getting those fuzzy feelings. However, I had to remind myself not to get my hopes up since I had been seriously disappointed in the past. I kept my expectations about the date to the minimum but I planned on bringing the best version of myself out.
Since Sheila had assured me that Mark was way taller than me even in heels, I decided to wear my favourite 6-inch stilettos. It had been a minute since I wore them and I thought it was a good idea to wear them.
I took one last look in the mirror and then headed out to my Uber. Even without heels, I towered over most people so it wasn’t unusual to feel like the tallest person in the room. However, in my 6-inch heels, I was extremely tall.
As I walked through the mall, I got so many looks and I could hear whispers as I passed the crowds of people. Finally, I made my way to the restaurant and found Mark waiting for me. He didn’t seem that excited to see me and didn’t even get up to hug me.
“How tall are you?” He asked as soon as I could sit down.
“That’s really tall. I’ve never dated a girl who’s taller than me.”
“Am I taller than you?”
“Yeah. You’re wearing heels.”
“I like wearing heels. Is that an issue?”
“I don’t think so.”
The date was very awkward. Mark hardly looked at me and he kept checking his watch as if he was going somewhere else. I was disappointed by the reception but I didn’t want to give up just yet. After all, Mark was indeed my type and I wanted to make a good impression on him. I tried to make conversation but he wasn’t interested so I asked if he wanted to go to another restaurant.
“Do you like dancing?” I asked.
“We can go to Kizomba night after this.”
For the first time since we met, I saw a small smile on his face. Sheila had told me that he liked dancing and that was the easiest way to his heart.
We finished our meal and then left to go to the other restaurant. As soon as I stood up, Mark was visibly shocked. He looked at me from head to toe several times without saying anything but I knew exactly what he was thinking. Even though he was tall, I was still taller than him because of my 6-inch heels.
I walked to the Uber and he followed behind me. Again, he didn’t say anything until we got to the other restaurant.
“Your heels make you look so tall. Don’t you feel uncomfortable?”
“I’m fine but I can remove them if you feel uncomfortable.”
“I don’t think that will make a difference.”
He left shortly after we got to the restaurant without even alerting me. He simply got up and walked out. I was embarrassed and humiliated but it wasn’t anything new. I did what I always did – called Sheila and complained about the date to her.
However, such experiences don’t bother me anymore. I’ve learnt to love myself and realize that the right man will love my height.
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