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Post by fjohnson on Mar 24, 2017 19:12:52 GMT
I worked at an engineering company. We handled multi-million dollar jobs, which required various disciplines to work on them i.e. mechanical engineers, electrical engineers, control engineers, etc. The process engineer was a woman. She was excited for her girlfriend. Her girlfriend had started dating a man that the process engineer knew. The process engineer had known this man for a few years and was actually interested in him, as well. The she was happy that her girlfriend had landed a “good one”. The very first words out of her mouth to describe the man were these. He is 6’1” tall, what other things she said, I don’t remember.
Well, the relationship didn’t’ turnout the way the process engineer thought it would. She told me the man and the woman got into an aguement. The result of the argument? The man smashed the woman’s face through the glass of a coffee table.
(Me, the writer being sarcastic) Through this ordeal, the woman retained her dignity. At least it wasn’t a short man who had smashed her face through the glass. Can you imagine her humiliation if her friends had found out that a short man had done this to her? She would never hear the end of it or live it down. After all, the most important thing in any relationship is height.
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Post by fjohnson on Mar 24, 2017 19:15:29 GMT
The story of Joyce
Joyce was a beautiful girl. To give you an idea how beautiful, I remember seeing the model Kathy Ireland on a Sports Illustrated cover. I commented to a co-worker that Joyce looks just like her, only Joyce's breasts were bigger. To give you an idea how stunning good looks ran in her family, one sister was first runner up for Miss Texas, another became a trophy wife to a millionaire. Joyce was the least attractive of the three girls, in the family, and she was one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen. She was 5’4”, 24 years old, perfect teeth, big breasts and had a mane of golden blonde hair and blue eyes.
One day we are in the break room, at work, and the topic of dating came up. She said that she could never find a man who could make a decision. I thought that was an odd statement, so I let her continue to talk. And what came out of the conversation is that she didn’t know what she wanted and any man who was considerate enough to ask her what sort of things she like doing was considered weak and indecisive.
So who did she marry? A 6’2” police officer. She married someone who dominated her physically, who dominated her emotionally and had a dominating job. In every aspect of the relationship, she was in the subordinate position. He made all the decisions, and her opinions mattered not. Example: She had a Japanese car that actually increased in value due to oil prices and a short supply of imported cars. One day in the break room, she told me he traded her car in for a new truck. She got his old truck. Example: Another time, she told me he was spending time and money at various strip clubs, spending hundreds of dollars per week. Both were working, but he was partying the money away. To make matters worse, she got pregnant. About 9 months after the birth of the child, she filed for divorce.
She got what she wanted. She wanted to be dominated and was. And in her mind, no doubt, when it came to men, bigger was better, and because of that she was played.
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Post by fjohnson on Mar 24, 2017 19:16:39 GMT
The Story of Paula
Paula was an unabashed heightist. She belonged to a tall club, where women needed to be at least 5’10” and men 6’2”. Paula was 5’10”, 32, and was attractive. From the neck up, I would say an 8.5-8.8. She had a very pretty face, and she was very easy on the eyes. From the neck down was another story. Typical for a tall girl, not much in the breast department. Her body I would rate –C, for she didn’t have much of a waist and her butt was sort of there, but nothing exceptional.
But this didn’t stop Paula from telling me all about her relationships with men 6’ plus, knowing I was 5’8”. Paula would only look at men 6’ plus, and most of her talk centered on his height. One day, I met Paula and her latest man. He was either in his late 40’s or early 50’s, had about 50/50 black and grey hair. He was about 6’1”. I met Paula a few days later, and she gushed on how great he was. Over time she sensed that something was not right in the relationship, so she hired a private investigator to check him out. The investigator told Paula he had another girl friend, and he had a sex offense on his record. Paula was devastated. She told me this when I saw her with her girlfriends while I was out clubbing.
I ran into Paula sometime later, and she was over the moon. Her latest man, she named Baby Beef. He was 6’7” and was 26. She went on how being next to him made her feel so feminine and safe. All the time talking about his height to me, knowing I am 5’8”. It didn’t take time for this relationship to fall apart, for it was based upon her obsession of height. So I was not surprised 2 months later when it did. And as in the other failed relationship, she was down in the dumps. I met her in a bar we both liked, and I could see how depressed she was.
Months later, I ran into here again. And again she had a new man, somewhere in the 6’4” range. I think she met him at the tall club as she did the 6’7” guy. She was ecstatic. He was 6’4”, what more could you want in a relationship than that? And just as what had happened in the previous relationships, it came to a crashing end. And again, Paula was depressed. I bought her a drink, and she told me that she thought that the reason her relationships failed was that she was too intimidating. I wanted to tell her that I thought the reason the relationships failed was that she was a broke secretary, out of shape, whose only qualification for a man was to be 6’ or taller. And that height does not guarantee a relationship will last any more than if you only dated people with freckles. You need to judge a man by his character, not his inseam. You have to like each other, like being with each other, respect differences, and much, much more. But to Paula, height was the most important thing, everything else was trivial.
I knew Paula for about 2 ½ years and there were more failed relationships. And she was not taking it well. The last time I ever saw her was at the bar I first met her at, and she must have gained 40 pounds in the last 6 months. I felt sorry for her, but she just wouldn’t change. You would have thought years of failures would prompt a new dating plan, but not Paula. She needed a tall man, no matter what.
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Post by fjohnson on Mar 28, 2017 18:34:29 GMT
I was saving this quote from a woman that it typical of how young women think of men in their early 20's.
When I think back at all the dates I went on, I realize that I, like most women in their twenties, overlooked the ones that were just plain nice. I wanted someone with an edge, or someone who was the best of the best – I didn’t want to waste my time with someone who I didn’t think was the one. But now I know that I had no idea what I wanted back then. I didn’t take the time to get to know people because they didn’t fit my mold. I’ve seen so many men brushed off quickly because they were seen as “too nice” or “not perfect,” and those are the ones who make the best husbands and fathers. When you’re 30, you can see that. When you’re 23, you just see them as duds. Give the nice guys the time of day, because they are much harder to find later on.
She should also put down "too short", but I am hoping she just didn't think of it. But the female fascination for the bad boy leaves them f*ucked over and sad to say they asked for it.
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Post by fjohnson on Apr 3, 2017 13:25:53 GMT
While the height fascination can easily be corrected by simply throwing away the yardstick, there is one detrimental dating strategy much worse than the yardstick fascination and that is the Bad Boy fascination. The reason the Bad Boy fascination is so much worse is that it is a hard wired logic flaw. Common sense, facts, reason cannot change the flawed thought process. It is like a scratch on a CD, causing the same track to repeat again and again. A woman with the Bad Boy fascination thinks a good man is a loser, while the real loser (Bad Boy) is the real catch. And when the Bad Boy breaks her heart or her jaw, she doesn’t think that dating a Bad Boy was the reason of the relationship was doomed from the beginning, but rather it failed because she has not found the right Bad Boy to be with. Thus, she repeats the same self-destructive process again and again. Compassion, love, respect are not traits of Bad Boys, yet when she or her children don’t receive any of this, she is surprised, but is incapable of escaping the destructive cycle. This Bad Boy fascination affects the average Jane as well as successful women. It is very easy to see with women celebrities.
A perfect example of this behavior is the actress, Sandra Bulluck. She was beautiful, talented, rich and famous. She had it all. When it came to a man in her life, she didn't him for support; she could make it with her own resources. Age, height, income, education, profession, would not matter. She could truly follow her heart in her mate selection that makes the selection process so much easier. She could choose anyone that made her happy and take her time is the process. So who did she choose? Jessie James. Who would have guessed that a pony tailed, ear ring wearing, tattoo covered bad boy biker freak would be a bad bet as a husband? This is obvious to any man what the outcome would be (unless you are this type).
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Post by fjohnson on Jul 5, 2017 23:14:40 GMT
re-posting
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Post by Cole Geass on Jul 11, 2017 19:07:42 GMT
So women you've been interested in have repeatedly went after taller men than yourself, and they all got burned?
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Post by fjohnson on Jul 11, 2017 22:35:19 GMT
Cole Geass
You write, "So women you've been interested in have repeatedly went after taller men than yourself, and they all got burned?"
Where did I mention I was trying to date any of the women I wrote about? I never met Miss Faceplant. Joyce was married, and Paula was a full blown Heightist. Paula would not look at anyone under 6'. How more honest can I be in writing?
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Post by Cole Geass on Jul 12, 2017 12:35:37 GMT
Oh, my bad. I thought these were personal account stories. Easy mistake.
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Post by toughlimbs on Jul 16, 2017 4:58:53 GMT
Thank you for sharing those real life stories. They're very interesting to read!
Here's my initial thoughts about these women, it's not that they feel "protected" by taller men, it's that they feel MORE feminine by believing they are smaller and weaker than them. It just makes their feminine fantasy feel more realistic. It's more easily convincing. They learned this bs fantasy from the media.
I have seen shorter men that do not desire bigger women. That, I think, makes tall women feel less feminine than they actually are, so that causes them to resort to this kind feminine fantasy they were having since high school.
For some reason, I find tall women with thicker bones attractive. It's not the skinny tall ones that I like, it's the tall, and thick look that I like. Maybe it's the legs or wider hips. I have the urge to want to dominate taller, bigger women, because that makes them seem more feminine than they should be.
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