At 5 foot 11, I am taller than the majority of men in the UK, who stand at an average of 5’9. I have five sisters who are the same height as me, except one who is 5’8 – the tiddler of the family. Growing up, I towered over the boys. I have terrible posture from always slouching to the side, trying to make myself appear shorter.
Early on in my dating life, one of my sisters said to me that I mustn’t rule out short men. Not just because that would mean writing off well over half of the global male population, but because short men are great.
Forget the stuff about them being aggressive and overcompensating and consider, for a moment, this question. How often do you meet a tall, attractive man who is actually funny? Tall men undercompensate. They know that they can rest on their bland, lofty laurels, and women will still fancy them. There are exceptions, of course, but I’d wager that there is a negative correlation between men’s height and their sense of humour.