Awesome answer, Michael! I officially love you now.
My taste tends to run towards the 6'0 and shorter guys. Most of them are totally awesome, and the, ahem, equipment tends to make up for the lack of height. But mostly, the personality most of them have make them really fun to be around.
But hey, if I found a Swaim look-alike sometime, that wouldn't be bad either.
:)

Inferior-handed? Cracks me up! The ten percent of us have to stick together!

I'm proud to stand beside you in the ranks of the superior-handed, sir :P

It's totally ridiculous looking sometimes but meh, get over it. I'm 5'10 and my boyfriend is 5'8 (probably 5'7but I let him think he's taller then that).

I think that it takes a lot of confidence for a short man to put his arms around a tall woman and say to all the world "I conquered this mountain. She is mine. Behold my works, ye mighty, and despair".

Just don't go after a guy who is shorter then you and gets upset if you wear heels.

Also, some dudes don't like being picked up Swaim. I've tried it. Of course I was proving a point that I don't like being picked up, so I gave him a taste of his own medicine. Still, toss a dwarf if you gotta.

i was 5'10 and my boyfriend was 5'6. never wore heels, haha.

As my mom always says, "Height doesn't matter when you're laying down."
(It's the standing-up part that bugs me... I'm six feet tall, and it's not really fun bending down to kiss someone- I sorta feel like a mommy...)

I was reading your blog, and I had to write about my experiences in trying to meet and date tall girls, so as to offer a male’s point of view.
When I was 24, I met a divorced woman, 32, who was 5’11”. I was 5’8”. It was a brief affair, but I just could not get over her long legs and curvy broad hips. She possessed a tapered waist which only accented her curvy hips ever further. Because of her, I developed an appreciation for long legs and the natural curvy hips of a tall woman.
The relationship ended due to the age difference, plus there were no jobs in the city I lived in. I lived in a city on the great lakes, and it was a rust belt city. I moved to Houston, TX, where I found a job quickly, and I moved into a singles apartment complex. Back then, Houston was the singles capital of America.
In this apartment complex, there was a loose knit group of single men and women. The group would throw spur of the moment parties, we would go to Happy Hours given by local radio stations and other singles events. (I even dated one of the girls in the group for a while.) In this singles group was Heidi, 5’11”, early 20’s, blonde hair, blue eyes and attractive. I remember one time she was standing before me, while I was sitting in a chair by the complex pool. She was wearing a white 2 piece bikini. I looked up through her long tanned legs to those broad hips, bringing memories of the past. In the few times we talked, she never expressed any interest in me, and I accepted that.
One Saturday, during the summer while at another pool in the same complex, I and2 or 3 other guys were having a few beers, when another man I knew walked up to us and mentioned that he had proposed to Heidi. She had turned him down, and he wanted anyone in the group, to put a good for him with her. To say the least, we were all stunned that a guy would say this to a group of acquaintances. Anyway, Heidi never did change her mind. A few months later, while at my pool, I overheard two girls talking about Heidi turning down two other men. I do not know if these girls were talking out of envy or were mocking these two men, but this showed that Heidi was getting the attention of men.
I stayed at this apartment complex for two summers. (Fast forward 12 years, one child and one divorce later.) A friend of mine wanted me to join a singles dating organization. I said before I join, I want to see what some of the girls in this organization looked like. He obtained about 20 biographies with photos of the women. It must have been photo 8 or 9, but there was Heidi. Her name appeared on the top of the page, with her photo below and two paragraphs about her life. I remember this one phrase, 34 years old, never married, no children.
I thought, how could this be? If she were not the most desirable girl in a social gathering, she certainly was one of the more desirable girls. I knew of three men who offered to marry her, and there must have been more. And this made me think about my own personal experiences as I approached taller women. As I went back in time, I remember two girls telling me to my face they wanted a taller man, one girl in a gym, talked to me with such a look of disinterested she couldn’t have looked more uninterested if she had wanted to, another girl I approached looked at me as if I had insulted her for even talking to her. On line, I met a girl 5’11”, and we worked out together once in my apartment complex gym, after that she did not return my two phone calls, another girl named Mary turned me down for a taller man. Now, you may say it is because of my looks, that could be true, but as I approached girls closer to my height, my success rate went way up. (Photo as proof)
This blog made me think about the rejections by tall girls, and it angered me, but not at the time the rejection. Only years later, when I actually tallied them up, for this letter, did I get angry. I was rejected not because I was ugly, bald, fat, had a dead end job etc.. No. The reason I was rejected by all of these women was my height, as if you can measure a man’s character or worth by using a yardstick. Not one even bothered to put forth the effort to get to know me much less date me. That later changed when I was divorced and single, but not for the right reasons.
These tall females, who I dated, were in their mid to late 30’s and found themselves with little to no interest from tall or short men. They experienced that a tall man was no more interested in dating a tall woman any more than a man with black hair wanted to date a woman with black hair. And the shorter men, like me, who for years had been rejected, were reluctant to get rejected again.
I had a relationship with a girl 5’11” another 5’10”, one wanted me who was 6’, but all these girls were past their prime i.e. mid to late 30’s. All three were divorced and found that men were not approaching them, just as Heidi discovered. And this made me wonder how many other women had squandered their youth and fertility because of the obsession for a tall man? I, who would have relished the opportunity of having curvy broad hips and a tapered waist to hold all night and to make love to into the early hours of the morning, was never, not once, even given a chance to start a relationship. That changed years later, when taller girls approached me, but my interest was for a younger female. For I could date younger women, and I did. When I was 38, my first girlfriend was 27, my next was 27, and my last was 24, who became my second wife.
I am now married with sons 11, 7 and 3 along with a son 22 from my first marriage. I am a good father and husband. I give my boys attention and time, as a matter of fact last week; I went on a Boy Scout camp with the 11 and 7 year old. They have electric motorcycles, pedal carts, all sorts of video games, and have traveled many places for vacations. I have traveled the world on business, and my wife has been on a few trips with me. I have been to Singapore, Japan, Sarawak, Brunei, Russia, Italy, Saudi Arabia, Dubai, England, France, Netherlands, Scotland, Tunisia, Republic of Congo, Nigeria, Venezuela, Brazil, Mexico, Canada, Alaska, the Arctic Circle, Hawaii, and 20 - 30 states of the United States. I can almost say there is not a city in the US where I don’t know of a good restaurant. I have 3 degrees, and I have co-authored a US patent. I have made over 6 figures for 10 plus years, my house (4 3.5 2) is paid for, so are my cars.
I could have provided a good life to any girl. I wanted a taller girl because of the physical turn on and to for fill one of my desires, yet not one single tall girl (20’s age) gave me a chance. I was turned down consistently and without a second thought.
So, if you find yourself in your late 20’s or early 30’s with no prospect of a husband or children in the immediate future, you have no one to blame but yourself. There were men like me, who wanted a leggy female, (I did not need to have a taller girl, but liked the idea.) But they, like me, were never accorded the opportunity. And the reality is that the vast majority of tall women will not even consider a shorter man until it is too late. You would think it would be obvious that if you included shorter males in your suitor selections, your odds would increase in finding a mate, for there are a lot more shorter males than there are taller ones. So my advice would be to accept the advances of all men and get to know them. Throw away the yardstick, you may find someone like me, who would love to share his life and love with a tall girl.