I’m 5’2" (though I think I’ve shrunk an inch, judging on how high the grocery store shelves seem lately) and he’s…I’m not sure, 5’6"? Not a lot of difference. I’ve dated taller men, of course, during my long life, but I never thought ‘being tall’ as a trait of any particular virtue. Being a short woman, I was perfectly comfortable with the ‘shorties’ discarded by giantesses…
My last GF was 5"3" and I’m 6’4". I’ve never dated a woman taller than 5’6"…just sort of happened that way.
I’m 4’10" and my husband’s 6’7." We also manage.
Although I will say that we get the looks on a consistent basis, sometimes with the accompanying head tilt as people try to work out the geometry of how we… fit!
This is just so weird to me. I love being tallish for a woman (5’7") and wouldn’t mind being taller, and I love wearing heels. Hubby doesn’t care whether I wear heels or tower over him. Hell, when I’m taller, it just puts my rack that much closer to his face. 
About the only time the height difference has been an issue was the time we took ballroom dancing lessons. The fancy twirls and dips just don’t work if the woman is the size as (or taller than) the man. (I’ve been told that talented dancers can make it work, but talented dancers we are not.)
One time we were goofing around in the parking lot on the way out to the car, and Mr. S held the keys up high as if to hold them out of my reach. I just reached up and took them, and we both laughed.
He often asks me to get things off high shelves (I have proportionally longer arms/legs as well) so he doesn’t have to bother with a chair or ladder.
Hey, in bed all the important parts line up.
The amazing thing is that he noticed me before I noticed him.
I’m 154 cm, she’s 164 cm. She’s considered quite tall in her country, but average height in mine; whereas I’m considered quite short in my country, but average height in hers.
About a foot’s difference. I’m around 5’, he’s around 6’. The difference is definitely noticeable. I rarely wear heels, so usually he can tuck me under his armpit.
awww 
I’m 5’ 3" and my husband is 6’ foot tall. So are both my sons. Funny thing is we all see eye to eye and I’ve never felt little.
I’m 6’, she’s 5’ 2" and that works.
It goes the other way, too. My neck hurts if the guy is over 6’5". The tallest guy I dated was 6’8".
I am 5’1" and married the shortest guy I have dated. My husband is 6’.
The only times I wished I were taller is when I gain weight: “If I could just grow another 4 inches I wouldn’t need to loose weight. Dammit!”
My wife’s only about 2.5 inches taller than I, maybe a little more, so it’s not a remarkable difference. I’ve never dated anyone 6’ or taller. Now that would be weird. Heh.
I’ve never been attracted to girls or women who I consider diminutive, say 5’3" or shorter and have never dated anyone shorter than 5’8". I’m drawn to women my height. In fact, I didn’t realize my wife was as tall as she is until she first walked up and introduced herself, even though I’d seen her on other occasions before then.
I’m 6’3", my wife is 5’7". We’re both quite comfortable with that difference.
Full foot difference in height. He’s 6’4", and I’m 5’4", though to be fair, I do round mine up!
This is us except that I’m the “him”.
I’m somewhere between 5’10" and 5’11" depending on my posture, and he’s a bit over 6’3".
6 inches difference; I’m 5’2" and he’s 5’8" or 5’9", I forget, which is a perfectly convenient height difference. I might find it odd if he were 6 inches shorter than me, because that’s way out of normal-man-height range, or if he were so tall that I had to stand on a chair to kiss him, because that’s bloody inconvenient, but I have certainly been attracted to both short and tall men.
I’m 5’ 10 1/2"; my wife is 5’ 7". OTOH, I did date two different women who were both 5’ 2", a height difference which still didn’t seem to be a problem.
A friend of mine is 6’ 8"; his wife is 4’ 11". That must be awkward.
A foot exactly. I’m 5’2", he’s 6’2". I usually wear a shoe with a bit of a heel, so it doesn’t seem so bad until I take my shoes off.