I don’t have a problem with people who politely ask how tall I am. My beef is with people who say things like, “Wow! You’re tall!”
It’s not how you pick your nose, it’s where you put the boogers
I like tall men, short men…they all have their charms. I am on the short side myself (5’4") so when I am out with this one guy I know who is 6’3", I have to crane my neck up to look at him. Which is nice.
I love being 6’9, and wouldn’t change a thing about it, especially considering the opportunities and experiences it has opened up for me. I have no fears of crowds, because after playing on TV or in front of 30,000 people, giving a presentation to 10 people is a walk in the park.
And, being this tall and having college basketball on a resume give an immediate and easy opening thing to talk about with most hiring managers I have come into contact with. Plus, little kids (not mine yet, but cousins) love it and they are a hoot to play with. I could go on and on with a list of pros that would completely dwarf a list of cons.
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And I don’t plan on keeping this as my sig for long, just until the winning buzz wears off.
Let me introduce you to the world of the sub 5’8" male (I’m 5’7). It sucks. alot.
No one takes you seriously. Especially when you play basketball. But hey, when the tall Centers trash talk me about it, I give them a quick elbow in the nuts during a spin move.
J
Because Fido ate the Hand Grenade for me,
When the Tans came round to search the house at tea,
I said, “Take this, dog, and eat”,
He thought it was a can of meat,
It was the hand grenade that Fido ate for me.
Count me in the list of women who adore tall men. I don’t know what it is about them, but oh my do they get me hot. 
Bons (hubby) is a tall guy who’s built like a linebacker (275, all muscle), and my previous SO before him was 6’7" and slim. Different body types, but still tall and adorable.
I’m about average on height (5’4") but large breasted (38D). I just usually “fail” to hear the remarks about my breasts and give the fool a withering stare.
Prairie “tall men are worth the climb!” Rose
If you’re not part of the solution you’re just scumming up the bottom of the beaker.
Mullinator, BigDaddy, Dr. Watson:
You know, I’m pretty sure I know you folks in real life.
You’re the three guys who always sit down right in front of me in movie theaters.
Uke
I like a man who is somewhere above 5’10 because I’m 5’7 and I like to have a man tower over me when we are out together, weight doesn’t matter.
I’ve learned that if someone says something unkind about me, I must live so that no one will believe it.
Oooh. I like the little guys–little skinny wiggly guys. How’d I end up with a 6’2" husband?
Anybody out there want to negotiate a trade? 
Uke – So you were the fella that filled the hood of my parka with popcorn last month . . .
Dr. Watson
“Devastatingly witty ruminations for sale – Cheap.”
Ahhhh, so YOU were the popcorn guy.
That means Mullinator got the Raisinets, and BigDaddy got the hoodful of root beer.
(running away as fast as his stubby little legs will carry him)
I am 6’4". By sheer coincidence, all my buddies back in high school were tall, too. (I was actually in the middle of the pack, height-wise). You think you get comments as an individual, imagine the comments we got as a group walking around. Generally, it was assumed that we were a basketball team.
I don’t suppose any of you tall people wants to hear someone on this side of the fence chime in, but I am 5’1" and my husband is 5’3". (short and of average build; well, I still have 5 baby pounds to lose, and he’s getting a beer belly…)
When we worked together, (before we were married) all of our co-workers called us the “Little Leprechauns”. That I didn’t mind so much, but some of the other comments that short people get are really annoying, and often quite insulting.
Our baby is 11 months old now and is the size of most of the 4 month old babies I see. Every time we go anywhere, callous, nosy people ask if she is a Dwarf or a midget, or if I’m sure I’m feeding her enough, blah blah blah. I have taken to telling them that no, she’s not malnourished, and she’s not a Dwarf, she is a Leprechaun. I get a lot of nervous glances after that, but it shuts them up.
Oh yeah, and try finding pants to fit the 5’3" man. The pants in the boys’ section, when they are the right length, are for fat boys, and he’s not fat. They don’t seem to make men’s pants that short. Everyone keeps telling us that there’s this fabulous store in Seattle where short men “like Tom Cruise and Danny DeVito get their clothes” but no one can remember the name of this mythical store, or where it is.
But still, I enjoy being short.
A Slightly Altered Perception of Reality…
Chrome Toaster
I’m not really that short (just shy of 5’3") and I get “Wow! You’re short!” This particularly happens when I’m with my brothers, who are 6’1" and 5’11" (not that tall), or my neighbor, who is female and 6’2".
A satisfying answer to a complete stranger’s “Wow! You’re tall (short)!” is, “Wow! You’re rude!”
I’m happy to hear that all you women are into tall guys…but why does it always have to be tall and SKINNY? What about those of us who, while taller than 90% of the world, are still undertall according to the height/weight chart?
I’m 6’4" and weigh over 300 pounds, and I won’t blow smoke up your collective asses; I am visibly fat. howling but I’m still CUTE, darn it!
Sigh. Clearly I have self-esteem issues.
Once I was in line at a fast-food place with my brother, who is 6’5" and weighs about 250 or so. This old man in front of us turned around, did the “look into your chest and pan up to your face” thing, and said, “Boy, I’m glad I’m not in line behind YOU fellas!” We both glowered at him and I said softly, “Are you seriously under the impression that we’re going to buy all the food in the whole place?” He turned bright red and faced forward, didn’t say another word to us. I was on the way to having my whole meal ruined until my brother said, “you were kinda SHORT with him.” Nothing like a pun to restore your sense of humor in an uncomfortable situation.
Live a Lush Life
Da Chef
Oh my lord, that is fucking GOLDEN. HA!
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Chrome Toaster:
It’s a lot easier to get pants hemmed up than the other way around. But, I understand your problem from the other direction.
spoke (I think):
I worked with two brothers, Jamie and Tim, who were both at least 6’6", and another friend, Mike, who’s 6’3". It’s the only time he feels short. Jaime, Mike and I are thinking about going to South America. The plan is for Mike to walk into the bar first, and everyone stares at the large gringo. Then Jaime, and everyone is starting to wonder about the large gringoes. Then I walk in and scare the piss out of 'em, and we drink free beer. It’s worth a shot.
Uke:
I hope you can run fast…
It’s not how you pick your nose, it’s where you put the boogers