It was our first, and only date.
Five foot eleven? Nup, she said. She sized me up and made me feel, well, small.
I don’t know how she picked it. RSVP profiles at the time accepted height in feet and whole inches. I measured myself precisely, without shoes, at 5’10½” then rounded that up to 5’11”. I learned on that date that women are extremely sensitive to a man’s height; being average, I never realised that. Women I know say it’s a feeling of being enveloped, looked after and protected.
Men lie about their height and women lie about their weight.
Both lie about their age. Nothing in my 60 dates over 15 months annoyed me more than that. I had several dates in 2017 with women who turned out to be older than they’d claimed. Would you start a new relationship on a lie? Perhaps they felt their charm or wit or looks would carry the day. I saw them as underhand and deceitful, wasting my time.
They limped around the lie with lame excuses: My friend wrote my profile. I had to lower my age to attract the man I want. I don’t feel my age. I wouldn’t get dates unless I lied.
We men don’t care too much if our woman’s a bit older, especially if she’s gorgeous. We care about her grooming, dress sense and her overall appeal: that certain je ne sais quoi. That is, and always was, a mystery.
We know it when we feel it.
Be truthful on your dating profile. It’s the lazy option. You never have to remember what you said.
Mouse and giraffe image © Catherine Condell 2020
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