Vertically Challenged

My "With Friends Like These" post from a couple of days ago garnered a few questions and comments that I am inclined to address. For the record, I don't know how many of my friends keep a squirrel, or marmot, or wolverine in their pants. Harley was they only one I've seen and I'm still in therapy after that episode. Personally, I like to keep the jungle pared down. I don't want anybody telling me "can you hold on a second.....now where did I put that machete."

I will actually be seeing Harley this weekend. I came across some tickets for the Tennessee/Memphis game in Knoxville and it looks like I will get to go. I will try to take a picture or two (no, not of Harley's marmot).

Now to the primary topic of this post. My height. I never gave my height a second thought for the first thirty-four or thirty-five years of my life. I dated short women, tall women, and in between. The term "Napoleon Complex" has never been used to describe me. However, that seemed to change after my divorce when my height suddenly became an issue.

Some of you may recall, I participated in a couple of dating sites for a while. That was my first hint that my stature might be an issue. The number of women that are looking for men "six feet or taller" is staggering. Paradoxically, these same women rarely rose above the astounding height of five feet, four inches. All of the short women were looking for tall men. Naturally, all of the tall women (Jodi) were also looking for tall men. Kinda leaves us midgets ass out doesn't it? I am of the personal opinion that you should definitely look for the type that pushes your buttons. If that means only blondes, more power to you. If you only date people that have a tail growing out their ass, rock on. But, for me, it seemed silly to disqualify people as dating material out of hand. Sure, we all look for the butter for our toast, but meanwhile, get to know some of the other interesting people out there. Not going out with somebody that isn't taller than me smacks of self limitation, something I try not to indulge. Anyway, I have never let it bother me. I will admit that there is something to be said for snuggling in the bosom of a six foot Amazon, but I certainly won't discount the women shorter than my five foot, seven inches (and a half, but I won't bring that up).