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The Short Guy

Location: Brew Dog, Bristol

Venturing into the Bristol dating world for the first time and it just had to be with someone who had gone to my school. I didn’t know him as he had been a few years above me, but it was actually quite fun talking about ex-teachers and people we both knew. He was good looking, lived in a little cottage in the countryside near Bristol, had a dog and plans to keep chickens (the latter, as anyone who knows me will understand, excited me quite a bit!)


Unfortunately however, he had been sat at the bar when I arrived, and when he got up to go to the bathroom he jumped off the bar stall and literally his head came up to my neck. 

Height is going to feature a bit in this blog, as it has in my dating life, and I do feel really bad because I’m sure there are so many lovely short guys out there, this guy being one of them. I also know I am being completely height-ist, but I can't help it, I find tall men really attractive and unless there is a real spark I would find it hard to get over that. 

I think the best way to get round it is for guys to say their height on their biog. And actually I'm beginning to realise that the ones that don't, are the short ones. I started talking to one guy and he asked me before we were about to go a date how I felt about being vertically challenged? I asked 'exactly how vertically challenged?', and it turned out he was the same height as me and we mutually decided to leave it. Less awkwardness for both of us. 

I guess that is one of the perils of online dating that you just don't get if you if meet someone in a bar...oh times have changed!

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  1. If short guys put it in their bio they would just get filtered out. I'm glad I'm married as in the current online dating world I'd never get a date (as I'm 5 foot 8) and nor would any guy below 6ft!! Shouldn't shorter guys get a chance!!?

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