I am 5’4 and my fiancé is 6’1. When we met online and he told me how tall he was, I began looking at women who were my height and men who were his. I was actually worried that we’d look awkward together. Everywhere I went, I searched for men and women the same size as him and I. I pictured him and I holding hands and convincing myself it wouldn’t be as strange as my mind was making it out to be. Sure – they didn’t look odd together, but what if he and I didn’t look good?
To my surprise, when we met in person, I was concerned about nothing because our height difference wasn’t as extreme as I imagined.
Honestly, I’d rather him be that tall because I feel protected knowing I have a big strong man with me – in case something happens. When it comes to women, we tend to look for men around 6’0 and above because of that reason.
But, this is not me complaining about having a tall fiancé, rather it’s the struggles I face being well, short compared to him.
- Selfies. Let’s say whenever he and I take a photo, he’s the one who takes it because he’s taller and his arm is longer than him. But, in some photos, it just looks awkward.
- Taking walks. Since he has longer legs than me, he tends to walk faster leaving me behind. I mean, come on, honey, slow down – I often have to shout.
- Conversing in loud spots. Since I am on the ‘shorter’ side, he cannot hear me whenever we are in a loud restaurant. He often says I’m all the way ‘down there’ while he’s ‘up here.’
- His clothes are dresses on me. Whenever he gives me a sweatshirt of his, it goes past my knees leaving the public think I have no pants. No, I assure you, I do have shorts underneath here. Want to see?
- I need a stool in high places. He likes to put our blender and medicine on the top shelf, but when he does that, I need to get my stool out and stand on it. Uh… hello, I cannot just reach for those items, I’m short!
Maybe you can relate?