She’d always been reluctant to date a man shorter than her. So awkward to be looking down at him when they talked. Would she always have to wear flat shoes? She’d hate that. Stilettos and platforms were her passion. And what if she went to put her arm round his waist and it ended up round his shoulders? Totally embarrassing! It just wouldn’t be right.
He was talking to her boss one day when she entered the lunch room and they invited her to join them. She was introduced to John. He was short, but had warm eyes and a lovely smile. She felt the flare of attraction. When her boss left, she and John chatted over lunch. She decided she really liked him. Perhaps it wasn’t so bad that he was short. She’d make the best of the situation. Even if it came to wearing flats and stooping a bit when they were together.
She took a deep breath and asked him if they could meet for dinner one night.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Are you seeing someone?”
“No, it’s not that. I don’t mean to sound rude but I never date anyone taller than myself. It simply wouldn’t feel right.”