Sweet Shortie Pie. His profile includes a photo of his short legs kicking into the air in a yoga headstand. A sense of humor. Check! He's nice looking and in good shape. Plus, he's into yoga like me. Check Check!
For 3 weeks, his email languishes in my inbox, his handsome face popping up each time I log on. Everything about him is dreamboat level, except for one biggie--his height. At 5'7", he doesn't measure up. I've dated short men in the past and I seem to lack the little guy chemistry gene. Attraction is a tricky thing that can't be manufactured, and believe me, I've tried to muster up the mojo. There are many perfectly wonderful men of short stature and I wish I could feel the magic. But, alas, it can't be forced. But, maybe, it's different now. Maybe, I'm different now. I'll keep the email for the time being.
Then one day, during a momentary memory lapse, which happens far too often, I see that cute face in the inbox and respond to his waiting email. Actually, truth be told, I mixed him up with another Mr. Maybe profile, also aging in my inbox. Oh shit! Within hours, I receive a response, "Would you like to meet?" Well, okay....he's cute, educated, in shape, possible good partner material, and I'm not having much luck with the tall men. I decide to go with, "There are no accidents", and see it as Divine intervention and go for it. I'll meet Shortie Pie with an open mind and heart, and my sexiest flats.
It's a beautiful day, so we select a patio table at a lovely natural foods restaurant of his choosing. We order lunch and commence the cha cha. He's as cute as his photos, with stunning blue eyes, set off by his blue shirt, and a witty conversationalist. Within minutes we are gazing into each other's eyes, and talking as if we've known each other all our lives. He wants to take me to a special event out of town this weekend, but it's too soon for that--way too soon. Things are going really well. I like him and he's so sweet! Yes, I'll see him again..in town. I stop at the shoe store on my way home to check out the selection of flats.
The following week, we meet for dinner. Sitting across from each other... laughing and talking and sharing our dreams, holding hands, our first kiss....the minutes rolled into hours. I am excited at the prospect of finding such a sweet, intelligent, thoughtful man. Could Shortie Pie be Mr. Right? Am I over the short stature syndrome? He walks me to my car and begins to dance with me in the parking lot. Ah oh.....we are eye-to-eye and it doesn't feel good. My stomach does a flip flop. I quickly cut the dance short, jump in my car and say goodby. Damn.
I'm not ready to give up on this man, just because he is my height. We talk on the phone and exchange texts. He's easy going and kind and a bit passive--the peace and love type. Our next date is dinner and a movie.
See Part 2 for the continuing saga....
http://datingmrmaybe.blogspot.com/2016/06/shortie-pie-part-2.html
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