Dating a guy slightly shorter than you think
Once we got through those first few dates, dating was wonderful and things moved quickly. Since coming to this realization, I have spent the last couple of days attempting to reason myself into the idea of dating shorter men, or at least being willing to consider it. The shorter the man, the less fuel you need to keep him going. At one point I went on a date with a mutual friend of ours who was even shorter than Marty, and Marty happened to see him pick me up for the date, and asked me about it later. When I wrote this post I don't know that I believed much would change, but I am currently engaged to a man six inches shorter than me, and it is wonderful!
Now I could go back to talking his ear off, worry free. He did not know that I was equally as irritated as him at watching this exchange. He would tell me about his adventures in business, we would discuss gospel topics, and we always managed to find something to laugh or bicker about. The contrast of spending time with Marty vs the other guys was like night and day.
Luckily for us, Marty puts his priesthood duties above personal biases. It was at this point that I left on vacation for two weeks to Europe. He couldn't but suggested the next night and I let him know that worked for me. Unfortunately, every night that week was busy for one of us, so we weren't able to solidify any plans. We all thought he was great, and tons of fun.
It turns out that I am only scared until I am mad, then I am not scared anymore. On date three with Marty he took me to a corn maze with a haunted house. Not only was he diligent in visiting at least once a month, but he became a real friend to all three of us. Clearly the chemistry was not there. What a perfect opportunity for him to initiate a hand hold as you both try to navigate through a pitch-black ghost and ghoul filled room.
Marty was never the kind to dole out affections and sweet nothings to just anyone, even his great friends, so to say that I was pleasantly surprised would be an understatement. What if we go on this date and it's awful, or awkward, or both? He listened for a while and then asked to see the ointment. He somehow decided to mention another girl he had been trying to date.
It was that spring that Marty ended up moving into the townhouse right next door to mine, and I was so excited that I would get to hang out with my good buddy that much more often. My panic turned into tears of laughter as I read through the chapters. Step one was to make a point to talk about other tall guys that I was interested in, because everyone knows you don't talk about other people you want to date while you're on a date. Jana was a great home teachee, and had diligently sought from the Elder's Quorum President to know who our home teachers were, and we were given Marty's name.
It was having Marty as my neighbor that really helped things to change for me, because I got to spend time with him much more regularly, and time with Marty was one of my favorite things. Urban Dictionary defines this as one who discriminates based on height. Oliver was engaged at this time, and had become something of an advice guru for members of the ward.
He walked away thinking, for the first time, that I wouldn't be weirded out if he were to ask me out. One day when we were together, Marty looked deep in thought so I asked him what he was thinking about He will tell you how much he loves it when I do this. This struck me as odd, we almost never actually went anywhere together, I thought he was just going to come over. He had been working very long hours at his summer job, at the time, I believe around eighty hours a week.
On one of his visits, my Mom happened to call. At least an hour had gone by and I still had not worked up the courage to tell him how I felt. After the temple, we decided to get something to eat in Manti, so we went to a nearby pizza place. What am I supposed to fiddle with now? When I returned that Monday night there was a manila folder on my kitchen counter addressed to me.
When people see a couple that they don't understand from the get-go, like a short guy with a tall girl, they immediately start to reason through the possibilities of how it happened. Over those two weeks Marty crossed my mind several times, and I secretly hoped that I would turn on my phone upon returning to see a voice mail or text message from him.
As long as it took us to finally figure it out, getting to fall in love with a best friend was worth the wait. Marty was the first home teacher that I came to both love and trust. He said that he had thought that our trip to Manti was a date, and I quickly corrected this highly inaccurate information.
What that persistence would translate into, would be an excellent story I'm sure. Marty worked into conversation that he liked me, and that I was pretty, and all kinds of sweet things that girls love to hear. Riotous laughter would then commence. We sought him out at church that following Sunday and informed him that he was our home teacher.
That weekend I ended up taking a trip to the Grand Canyon with Ali and several other friends in the ward. He picked me up and we drove to The Riverwoods shopping center in Provo and got out to walk around. In doing my research for this post, I found a height predictor. Marty should not be allowed to bake anything, so I offered to help and he readily accepted.
In the days and weeks that followed, dating Marty proved to be the best decision I've ever made. In the midst of being interested in Marty and fighting it at the same time, dating usernames familyguy I started dating another guy we'll call him Joe who was slightly taller than Marty but still shorter than me. Dating Joe ended up showing me just how good Marty made me feel.
He called to thank me again for the talk the night before, and chit chatted with me for a few minutes before ending the call. This was about two months after our first date, and up to this point, Marty had yet to be any more affectionate than a hug goodbye at the end of the night. At this point I told him that I thought he should know that I was dating other guys, and that they were doing a better job than him at pursuing me. Marty was not impressed with Joe, and this gave him reason to think that if I could like Joe, I could like him, as Marty had previously thought that I was far out of his league.
His friends will think he's got mad game. Eventually, if everything else is there, I'll still think he's hot stuff.