I wasn’t the one who mentioned his height. He was the one who said, “I know I’m short but I have a tall heart to love you better.”

That was all I was looking for, someone who would love me better and treat me the way a good woman deserves to be treated. In fact, while we were at the talking stage, he did a lot of things that made me feel he was a great guy. I didn’t even look at his height as an issue. I was taller than him but that didn’t affect anything until he himself brought it up.

I accepted his proposal and told him he had nothing to worry about because a woman like me considers what’s in the heart more than what the eyes can see.

Just four months into dating, and this guy is making everything about his height. He’s jealous, insecure, manipulative, and very sweet at the same time. It is the sweetness at the core of his being that has gotten me glued to him.

He called one night and my phone was on call waiting. I was talking to my younger sister so I quickly dropped her call and picked his. “Who is on the line at this time?”

“It’s my sister. She wasn’t saying anything important so I dropped her.”

“Are you sure it’s your sister and not one of those tall guys who won’t allow other people’s girls to rest?”

He made me send screenshots showing the contact details and time of the call. He called my sister to verify if indeed it was her before he came to apologize to me, saying, “I’m scared of these tall guys, please forgive me.”

Another time, it was a guy I was walking with. I was going to visit him when this guy, who was going in the same direction, started talking to me. He was being nice so I engaged him. Not knowing ninja had seen us from afar. He stopped us and asked the guy why he was talking to me, then insulted him for engaging his girlfriend. He then turned to me and said, “That’s all they do. Small talks and then they’ll be proposing with their height.”

Another time too it happened at the mall. It was funny and sad at the same time. I was trying to pick something from the top shelf but it was hard for me to reach it, and this family man reached out and picked it for me. Then ninja struck, “Who asked for your help? Did she tell you she can’t do it herself? You’re tall and so what?”

Even the man laughed and his laughter made him more angry. I left the scene and walked out of the mall, leaving everything in the cart.

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He would do all this and apologize later with promises of better behavior. Without his height issues, he’s a good man, I must confess. When he hasn’t found a reason to be jealous, he’s all nice, sweet, and giving. This is what gives me the hope that something good can come from this but must I go through all this in the name of love? Will this ever work?

—Beatrice 

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