I’m 5’8, husband is 5’10 and a half. My shortest ex was my height, my tallest 6’4, generally they were around the 6 foot mark.
I admit to feeling slightly aggrieved by very small girls with very tall men - on the grounds that there are loads of men out there who are taller than you, so save the very tall ones for the tall girls!
Having said that, a female friend of mine who’s 6’1 lives with a guy who’s only 5’6 and they seem very happy - but it took him a while to persuade her to go out with him because the height difference did put her off at first.
I’m 5’7", hubby is 5’6". He doesn’t mind if I wear heels. I like being able to kiss him without straining my neck.
He once had a girlfriend who kept making snide remarks about his height. As if he could just magically get taller. Notice that he didn’t stay with her (for that and many other reasons).
This. I don’t have to tilt my head back even a smidgen to just clear the top of her head. I’m just about average for males, she’s towards the short end for females of her era.
I am 5’6", he is 6’3". So a pretty big difference. I am using this to tell a funny story, though. Yesterday, we saw his mom’s family and then his dad’s family. His mom’s family is tall, so I was the shortest woman there. His dad’s family, on the other hand, is really, really short. As in, not only was I the tallest woman there, but the next one was probably only 5 ft or so. Weird.
Not much. I’m about 5’11, honey is about 3-4 inches shorter. I don’t think about it much as he’s tall enough that we can still snuggle comfortably on the couch without my getting a crick in the neck.
I’ve dated guys who were closer to 5’4 and the tallest was my height (though he insisted he was 6’1).
I’m an average height woman (5’5"). I don’t care much about height - average is great. But I suppose I prefer men on the shorter side rather than very tall. I don’t think I’ve ever been attracted to any taller men. They tend to have more awkward proportions to my eye, plus there’s the whole issue with key body parts not being on the same level. I’d hate to have to crick my neck to kiss someone. I am also a very small person, and since 99% of men are so much bulkier/heavier than I, the increased discrepancy of a big height difference seems… weird.
This makes me wonder bemusedly - what exactly did she think was going to happen, that you were going to magically grow a bunch of inches to suit her?
His 5’6" wife here - it’s about the perfect height difference for a couple. We have no problems with one person not being able to reach anything, and the other one whacking their head on everything; a queen-sized bed fits both of us just fine, and we don’t even have to adjust mirrors or seats when borrowing each other’s cars.
Seriously though, it really became a bit of a problem for her. At first I was sympathetic. Wearing heels she towered over me, and she loved wearing heels and looked great in them. I’ve always had a surfeit of self confidence and when she realized I didn’t act self conscious when we were out at dinner, conferences, or get-togethers with my work colleagues, later, when we got home, she’d accuse me of being insensitive.
She also used to do the scrunch down thing when we took photos together, or angled her head in a strange way so she wouldn’t look taller. It must have been agony for her and, like I said, I never made an issue of it, but she began to dread going out together, especially if the occasion called for formal, or semi-formal wear.
One evening, after a particularly uncomfortable lunch with a new client, as I indicated in my previous post, I’d had just about enough and so we hashed it out. During our conversation, I made it clear that this was the last time I was going to discuss the issue so whatever she had to say needed to be said then. She said her piece, I listened. I gave her various options, she picked one. I asked if she was sure, she said she was. I asked if she understood that the issue was now closed, she said she did. We hugged …and stuff, and that was it.
We haven’t discussed it since, and she no longer does the weird scrunching down thing when we take photos.
5’9" here and my husband is 6’3", so we come in the shorter end of the “noticeable” category. Typically I’d dated guys my height give or take a couple inches.
