Here’s your prompt for this week:
https://lindaghill.com/2017/03/10/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-mar-1117/
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “short.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!
I hate short men, always have done. The ones I seemed to meet were all pumped up pompous asses with chips on their shoulders the size of Gibraltar.
It’s not that I’m overly tall, but short boyfriends were a disaster, and even I drew the line at standing in the gutter for a kiss goodnight!
One guy even lied about his height before we met, saying he was five feet ten. Sure, standing on a box. He was actually five feet three to my five feet seven. Our romance was short-lived.
Husband Number One was shorter than me.
Fated.
I wore flats at our wedding, he had the two-inch heels, and still I towered above his head. He blamed my tiara. Yeah, right.
Now Hubby’s got the short straw and I’m still shrinking.
Whereas before I’d snuggly fit under his chin when we were dancing, now there is a distinct gap of two inches.
Nice to feel sheltered and protected by The Big Guy.
A lie of one or two inches, I can understand- not approve, but understand- but a 7 inch lie is just too blatant and a deal breaker from the get go. I love that my husband is noticeably taller than me, even though I got a crick in my neck when we were dating.
Ha! Love it! I once dated a 6 foot 7 gentle giant and had the same problem. Lovely guy, but not for me.
Some of them suffer from “short man syndrome”
I know, and they all seemed to cross my path (sigh) 🙂
Lol lol lol. Love this!
Thanks Rosemary. Glad you dropped by!
Being tall, I’ve never been fond of short men. The one’s that courted me seemed to carry a chip the size of China on their shoulders as well. Luckily my husband is taller than I am 🙂