The Long and the Short of it.

I have always been conscious of my height, being one of the tallest in my school class as far back as I can remember.
When it came to boyfriends, most were shorter than me, and in one instance I had to stand in the gutter for my kiss goodnight whilst he stood on tiptoe. Thus my romances were usually short-lived.

Hubby is a whisker under six feet, and when we first got together my five feet seven frame was a ‘nice fit’ for slow dances. He calls me Dinky now as I appear to have shrunk, but it’s still nice to snuggle in for a cuddle……………. but I digress…………

In the celebrity world, it’s not unusual to see tall women with not-so-tall guys rather than the other way round.
Tall, short, short, tall, what does it matter so long as they’re happy? It’s not as if it’s an unwritten rule that the Man must be taller than the Woman. There would be an awful lot of single people around if we all followed that philosophy.

My paternal great-grandfather was a tall man, around 6′ 7″ I believe, and his four sons were all well over six feet. Great Gran however was tiny, and it was said that she could walk under Granddad’s outstretched arms without touching him. A mother of six, she ruled the roost though, and you didn’t want to be on the receiving end of her flicked tea towel if you crossed her in the kitchen!

I had a married friend who was six feet six tall, and his wife a mere five feet two. Seeing the two of them together raised a few smiles and the usual jokes, but they took it all in good spirits. I lost contact with them many years ago shortly after the birth of their daughter, who weighed in at a dainty six pounds but was rather long!
On the other hand, a friend from the bank who got married the same year as us stood six feet two in her stockinged feet, and her husband was only five feet eleven. She always wore flat shoes, and his had a small heel, so they looked equal in height in their wedding photos.

Years previously, a lady I worked with when I was helping out in the school holidays with my Mum, stood around four feet eight inches tall but her son was a strapping six foot five giant weighing over 280 pounds.
He was a real sweetheart and her entire world, being her only child. She called him Tiny, but his name was actually Ralph, though he never went by it.

As Hubby and I people watch, we often see couples that are equally matched in size, and some that are extreme opposites.
These days though, women do seem taller than they were forty odd years ago, or maybe that’s because I’m just looking up at them from a different angle.