13 Reasons for the Attraction Between Tall Men and
Short Petite Women
Kitchen counters are not made for tall people. The SO says that it hurts his back to bend over the counter to prepare food. That’s where I come in handy. Or so he claims.
With the SO around, I no longer require a step stool because he can reach everything in the top cabinets and the top of my bookshelves with a Swiffer. He’s also useful in that regard in grocery stores.
When *ahem* I have overindulged, he can easily carry me home. Or at least to his car. Or piggyback me, as has happened on one occasion.
I’ve always wanted to be four inches taller (without the aid of high heels) and he’s always wanted to be three inches shorter. We figure any future offspring from our combined DNA will be the ideal height.
When we fly together, even the seats in economy class are quite roomy for me (my feet don’t touch the floor when I’m sitting unless I point my toes). The SO is not so fortunate. Luckily for him, I allow him to stow his carryon underneath the seat in front of me so he can stretch out those long legs underneath the seat in front of him.
He travels light; I don’t understand the concept. Good thing he’s okay with lugging my suitcases around as well as his.
I remember going to shopping malls and grocery stores with my parents when I was younger. I inevitably got separated from them. My parents are short people and, thus, are hard to find in a crowd. I don’t have the same problem with the SO.
I occasionally get hit on by other guys when we socialize. I discourage wannabe-Lotharios by pointing out the SO, who looks suitably intimidating without having to try too hard. When I get hit on by women, however, the SO’s not as helpful. When will he ever understand that I’ve been there, done that, and I’m never drinking that much again?
When I get cold and there’s not a jacket or blanket handy, I use him as my portable heater. He holds me and, not only does his body heat keep me warm, his tall frame blocks any wind coming my way.
With him, I don’t have to push my way through a crowd. He can cut a path through a crowd better than I ever will. It’s like the parting of the Red Sea.
We are an endless source of amusement for our friends. One saw us standing together one day and commented that I didn’t need to bend down very far if the SO and I ever get bored and need a…distraction. The SO was amused; me, not so much.
There are couples who share clothes and think it’s cute when it’s actually kind of creepy because they end up looking like siblings. The SO and I will never enter that murky territory because he can’t even get one of my T-shirts over his head and I swim in his.
And, well, there’s oh-so-obvious benefit of tall men dating petite women, but there’s no need for me to spell it out.