Mr. 5'7 on a Good Day

Mr. 5’7 on a Good Day

So this is my third date from match.com . Date #3’s profile has intrigued me since day one. He’s handsome, artsy, looks like he has a lot of fun, so I winked at him. I think he was one of the first people I saw and one of the only I have winked at..
Let keep in mind, I feel like a creep when I wink at someone. My mother always told me winkers were insincere, and now I’m on this site where winks are flying all over the place. But I risk it, his eyes are too piercing and his profile pics promise a man of adventure.
It took him a long time to respond, so I figured he wasn’t interested. Then a week later I get a message back! I’m giddy with excitement and I I write back way too quickly. Then again, no response!
I start to associate his profile with rejection. Every time his profile pops up as a “perfect match” I slam my lap top shut, furious that I’ve been ignore, and determined to find a way to wow him. I even start comparing other profiles to his, saying “well they don’t like art exhibits like #3,” it was getting out of hand.
Then last week he finally asks me out! I jump at the opportunity and hold him to wed since I don’t have work. We work it out so we can meet mid way from his place and mine, Boss nova Café on Sunset Blvd.
As I am getting ready, I debate if I should wear heels or not. I think I remember his profile saying 5’7 or 5’8 so I decide flat boots are best
After 20 minutes of ridiculous traffic I finally get to the place, eager to see this longed for man. He stands up and hugs me,
SHORT
first thing that pops into my head.
Shit!
Really handsome, amazing grey eyes I could stare at forever, but so short.
I immediately try to see through his sweater to see if I can sense muscles. For some reason I think “as long as he’s fit I think I can handle short” Alas, the sweater is too bulky, can’t tell. So, I disregard the height, and give it a shot.
The lunch is great. He’s Funny, very funny. He went to school for screen writing and directing so we have a lot in common. We talk about what he does, what I do, we laugh a lot and I really enjoy his company.
The check comes, I move my car, we stay for another hour. In total we had lunch from 12:34 till 2:50 so pretty good I think. We both enjoyed it. Then after I get back from the bathroom he says “so is your family really tall?”
He has approached the dreaded topic!
I laugh, “Why b/c I’m tall”.
“Yeah, how tall are you?”
I smile say my dad and brothers are tall but my mom in short, then ask “how tall are you” (did you notice how I didn’t answer his question, I like to see how tall the guy is then I say either 5’7 or 5’8).
He says “5’7 on a good day”, I know that means 5’6 and I smile, there is nothing you can do about it.
Oh the way out I notice his huge black truck in the back of the restaurant. He makes a joke about over compensating I laugh and laugh harder when I see him standing next to it. Quite a picture!
We hug good bye, I wish I had the power to make a man taller with my hugs… I say, “I had a great time. See you soon” he smiles “yeah maybe this weekend?” We wave and I’m out.
Should I see him again? he was great, but the height thing is bound to freak me out, I am still coping with being bigger than most of Hollywood, this guy is either a challenge to force me out of my insecurities, or a breading ground for them to feast and grow!
Advice?