What elbows said!
I’m 5’7" and Mr. Scarlett is 5’6". He says he always thought he’d end up with a petite chick, but at my size (both height and weight) I’m clearly not it. But as others have said, I like being able to look him in the eye and kiss him on the nose without stretching. The only time I wish he were taller is when I can’t find him in a store – he’s usually shorter than the shelves, unless he’s wearing a hat. We took a ballroom dancing class once, but I just couldn’t get under his arm smoothly enough to do twirls and things.
One time we were walking out to the car at the grocery store and playfully started trying to beat each other to the car. He grabbed my keys and held them up above his head. I laughed and said, “Nice try, but you know I’m taller and my arms are longer,” and easily reached up and got them back. We had a good giggle over that one. And I’m usually the one to get things off high shelves – even though I’m only an inch taller, I have my 6’3" dad’s looong arms.
When I drive his car, I have to adjust the seat – back, to accommodate my longer legs.
Oh yes, and there’s an ex-girlfriend who used to berate him about being short – and still does, when she sees him! As if he can do anything about it!
He’s not the shortest guy I know, though – our friend Dan is right around 5 feet, I think, and he’s a mechanical and artistic genius and a fabulous dad to his three kids. I say women who discard men because of their height are missing out.