Invasion Of Short Men

My ideal guy is praying, brown, tall, average build, smart, ambitious with a pretty smile. Ummm, this is the short list.

I went out with two of my gfs on Friday and because I'm a member of the D Club (Divorce Club) I actually looked around a bit. I mean getting married didn't mean my eyes got gouged out but I honestly didn't look at men with eyes for possibility.

I would just get a quick once over and then skip on home.

On Friday, I saw guys that were chokalakahs and well dressed. Mmmmm. But I saw a lot of short men. If I had to give the night a movie title, it would be "The Invasion of Short Men."

Well, let me explain my short. My short is 5'9 and under. I used to say under 6 feet but then I realized one of my ex-boyfriends, who I consider to be in the Supa Sexy club was 5'10. Who knew? I just remembered the brown skin, goatee, light blue baseball cap, (cap he was wearing when I first saw him) how much of a gentleman he was and how much fun we had. Partaaay!

Any who, after a glass of wine, Mother Nature summoned me. I felt like the Jolly Green Giant walking through the crowd, and I'm only 5'1.

What's with this? Am I at the munchkin party?

I am not attracted to guys that I can look straight into their eyes. It's something about looking up to a man oooo weee. I don't know why so don't ask. I've learned that there are some things I just don't understand about myself. My personal mantra: "It is what it is."

But then while driving home, I kept hearing my girlfriend's voice in my head. "So you would rather have a tall guy who treats you like shit?"

"You should know that good things come in small packages," I've been told.

"Short guys are holding (in their pants)," yet another girlfriend has said.

Mmmm, maybe I need to reconsider my thoughts about the vertically challenged.