Anonymous wrote:
Anonymous wrote:BTDT never again.
+1
I'm 5'10" and had never dated a guy taller than me. My ex-H was 5'8". Since a tall guy had never been in my dating orbit, I probably defensively told myself women who cared about height were shallow and ridiculous. I bragged about my then husband's self-assuredness. I really thought it was a non-issue.
But there was that tiny nagging embarrassment...and even shock...every time I saw a picture or video of us together. A friend noted that I was hunched in every pic with my H because I was trying to get our faces on the same plane or not have my boobs line up with his shoulders. Our sex life fizzled early, which I blamed on me having a "low libido". I figured it couldn't have anything to do with him because he was still classically attractive and my friends had crushes on him when we were younger. I patted myself on the back for being secure and patted both him and me on the back for being good feminists.
Eventually we divorced, and for the first time in my life, I dated a man 3 inches taller than me. And suddenly I understood what real attraction is. That was 8 years ago, and I haven't lost any desire for him. Feminism be damned, I like feeling small, I like feeling protected, I like that I can cozy up in his sweatshirts, I like that I can sit on his lap, I like how my head fits perfectly in the crook of his neck. I feel simultaneously embarrassed for being such a cliche and also angry at myself for looking down on women who already had this figured out. It's visceral, not logical.