This is the last post i will do for a while about being tall. I swear. But people keep bringing up interesting things that i want to talk about further.
The reactions i sometimes get from men who are shorter than i am have often puzzled me and sometimes, much more so when i was younger, hurt my feelings. Now that i am older, i realize that (brace yourselves) NOT EVERYTHING IS ABOUT ME. Yes, it's true. An unusual reaction from someone i barely know is much more likely to be about them.
Some men have ignored me. I felt like i wasn't viewed as a female in their eyes. This was hurtful. It made me feel like Godzilla lumbering down the streets of Tokyo chasing Mothra, a huge lumbering beast who was likely to destroy furniture and tip plants over. Not a feeling i wanted to have when i was in my teens and early 20s. Inside my personal fantasy was a small Tinkerbelle like creature who flitted from flower to flower delicately sipping the dew from flowers. (Now there's a suggestive image!)
Sometimes they are funny. Like a professor i once had who looked at me in his office where i had come for help and said abruptly , "You! You sit down." He was about 5'6".
Sometimes, when i am meeting some man for the first time and i happen to be sitting down, i can watch their eyes grow bigger and bigger as i stand up and up and up. That amuses me now too.
Some men are comfortable with me and i like this the best. I had some male friends in high school who were short. One time when i was whining about wanting to be cute and little, one of them said, "I don't know about little, but you sure are cute". What a sweetie.
Okay, i am done with tall. Unless something funny happens.
An update: My car is going to take at least two months to repair. I am driving a crappy rental car that smells like Joe Camel was the previous driver.