"Most straight women think they want to date a man taller than them. I was guilty of that at one point too, until I went on a date with a guy half an inch shorter than me. When we kissed for the first time he held me confidently, kissed me deeply and left me feeling gorgeous and wanted. I liked that. I giggled and blushed. It was a very Gone With the Wind, swept off my feet kind of thing. A lot of short guys struggle with feeling insecure about their height because it's our culture (and not just me) that confuses height and masculinity. This insecurity often leaves women without the experience they are looking for (that of being with someone strong, confident, and masculine). The result is that a lot of women may not want to date them (turning the whole thing in to a self fulfilling prophecy), but their HEIGHT isn't the issue -- their insecurity about their height is. I've been kissed by men much taller than me who didn't give me the experience I was looking for. I've been kissed by women who did. I realized during our first kiss, it's not that I want a man taller than me; what I really want is a person with whom I can feel feminine and sexy."
Full article here....http://www.huffingtonpost.com/charlie-nox/women-dont-know-what-they-want_b_3908155.html
Now my story.....=)
It was a gorgeous Friday evening and Chico and the Man was lighting up boob tubes across America. As was The Six Million Dollar Man if your allegiances were with ABC. Weather was in the low to mid 80's, visibility around ten miles. But inside a Southern California hospital on that most awesome of evenings, a child, a boy child, was plucked from the womb of his mother and the doctor raised this boy child above his head and proclaimed for all the world to hear, This is the boy child that has come to save our people! This is the boy child that will lead us out of the dark and into the light of hope, prosperity and cheap renewable forms of energy! And possibly world peace! No pressure though. Having not lived up to those expectations right after birth, the boy child's mother accepted that maybe the doctor was a little batshit crazy. No one ever knows for the doctor was never seen again. Nor had anyone ever seen him before. He kind of just walked in, said he was a doctor, delivered the boy child, made the epic speech, and walked out. Come to think of it; WTF!!! Where's the security people?
Anyway, move forward a few years, the boy child has changed locales. This was to become the start of his cosmopolitan lifestyle. Trotting across the globe, or globetrotting, to those upper crust Manhattan Park Ave. types, the boy child mixed and mingled with citizens of the world. He learned the customs and histories of lands far away. For six of the first ten years of his life, this boy child had accumulated knowledge about no less than six nations of international acclaim. Once back in America, he was a god among men! Fellow boy children and girl children gazed upon his presence with admiration and envy. The boy child had his first girl child romantic companion at this point. Things would not work out however as the girl child found another boy child better suited for her needs later that afternoon. No one really knows for sure how long the royal companionship lasted, only that it was full of fire and energy. Like a raging Phoenix yearning to be released of its captivity. Man, fourth grade was a bitch!
Thankfully the pain and agony of heartbreak would be lessened when the boy child moved back to California to start the meaningful years of his post cosmopolitan life. With Ronald Reagan firmly entrenched into his second term, the boy child, well pre-man child now, would reacclimate himself into the California lifestyle. What? A new school to be a god among men? Yes! The pre-man child would take full advantage of this opportunity to stake his claim and make his mark on the playground! Unfortunately, the pre-man child was shorter than his peers and being a cosmopolitan, was deemed a threat to the established hierarchy. In other words, shit hit the fan! All was not lost however. Seeing as neither party wanted the wrath of their parents, many truces were quickly established!
As the months turned to years, the pre-man child grew up, made new friends, lost contact with others, switched schools and homes with such regularity, the family was asked to join the world clock people! Yeah, as if!
It was time for the now man child....you know what? Fuck it. OK, confession time. It's me. I'm the boy child and pre man child. There. I said it. No need to make a fuss over this. It's not as if I'm Clark Kent confessing I'm Superman. Although Clark is in my name and the letter K is as well. Yes, that is quite interesting, isn't it, ladies?
Anyway, so I graduated, joined the Navy for four years, went to Art School for five years and have now been living once again in sunny southern California since 2003. I work in the entertainment industry where I work hard helping make the things you only care about on Super Bowl Sunday and actively avoid the other 364 days of the year.
I'm single, no kids, college educated, witty, family oriented, well traveled, well read, healthy, you know....basically what every girl wants out of a guy wrapped up in a compact efficient package. Single and ready to mingle! OK, that was very 80's. You know what I mean!!
To get things started, I have included several of my favorite movie quotes. Enjoy!!
I know we've only known each other four weeks and three days, but to me it seems like nine weeks and five days. The first day seemed like a week and the second day seemed like five days. And the third day seemed like a week again and the fourth day seemed like eight days. And the fifth day you went to see your mother and that seemed just like a day, and then you came back and later on the sixth day, in the evening, when we saw each other, that started seeming like two days, so in the evening it seemed like two days spilling over into the next day and that started seeming like four days, so at the end of the sixth day on into the seventh day, it seemed like a total of five days. And the sixth day seemed like a week and a half. I have it written down, but I can show it to you tomorrow if you want to see it.