I am five foot six inches tall. When I met my Kathy, she went home and told her roomate : "Why are all the cute one's short?" All of her brothers are over six foot. She told me years later, if I was six foot tall when we met, she would have married me that same day.
The research is overwhelming, women, in general, want their man to be taller than they are. And women ignore a lot of red flags if the guy is tall. But there are really tall girls out there too. And here is how I met one of them.

It was 1973...I was home in Cleveland serving out my few remaining months in the Army Reserve unit on the East Side of Cleveland. I used to like roaming around Downtown Cleveland , the lake front, the WW II Submarine, and the airport right on the lake.
So one Saturday, I took the Rapid Transit down to the Terminal Tower, and when I came out onto Public Square...I saw a beautiful woman. I mean Model Level
She was across the street, leaning up against a bus stop...which she was taller than! But she looked so sad. It broke my heart.
She was smoking a cigarette. I don't smoke. And with few exceptions, I didn't date anyone who smoked either. But she just looked so down. And when I say tall...I mean tall. She was six foot seven inches tall...and with her platform shoes on, and her hair piled up on her head...she was well over seven feet.

I bought a pack of cigarettes off a guy sitting on bench. They were like 30 cents, and I gave him fifty cents for like eight cigarettes. I then put a cigarette in the gap between my front two teeth. One in each nostril. One in each ear, and then one between each finger on my left hand.
I went up to the tall woman, tugged on her dress, and said:
"Excuse, me. Do you have a light?"
She looked down, after coming back to the present moment from wherever she was. And just burst out laughing. Which, by the way, was the reaction I was hoping for.
She asked me why I peppered myself with cigarettes and made her laugh.
"Well, you are so pretty, and yet, you looked so sad. I could see it from acrosss the street."
She stopped smiling.
"I didn't know it was that obvious. I am a little down today."
"Why?"
"Well, I am here in Cleveland doing this Photo Shoot, and Monday I fly back to NYC. And I was thinking I haven't been on a date in 2 years."
I was flummoxed. No dates in two years, when you are stunningly beautiful?
She saw my look. It made her laugh again. And she had a wonderful laugh.
"Well, you see most guys figure because I am pretty, and Model, I have a boyfriend already. Or I am dating a rich guy. And the few who would ask me out, don't. Because I am to tall...and they don't want to look awkward. So I guess I was feeling lonely."
I made her laugh again when I said:
"Well, I am free tonight if you want to go out, but I spent all my money buying these darn cigarettes."
That made her double over with laughter. We did go out. And we spent Sunday doing a cruise down the cuyahoga river on the boat named (appropriately) "Good Times."
I took her out to Hinkley Dam where the Buzzards come back to town- with much fanfare and betting on when they come back. She thought that was a cool little festival.
And we shot hoops in my old HS parking lot. She won. LOL
We dated a couple more times when she came to town- and we had a blast confusing people.
We stayed in contact for bit. I was invited to her Wedding, but it was in Europe. She had met a big wig in Germany that was six foot ten! And then I lost contact.
But I think it just goes to show, everything might look perfect on the outside, but inside they are suffering.
I do have two stories I might share about our dates. One is a bit risqué, and the other was well, funny. At least to us.