I am short. Like ridiculously short. So short that people have to talk about it when we meet. Sometimes strangers provide me with a personal public service announcement, just in case I’m not aware: “Hi. Nice to meet you. You are short.” Other times they are concerned about how global warming might be effecting me: “How’s the weather down there?” And then there are those who get down right National Geographic on me…
He said: How tall are you?
Me: 4’10” on a good day.
Him: How tall is your husband?
Me: 6’1″.
Him: Do you kiss?
Me: Ha! Yes, we kiss.
Him: But how?
Me: I climb him like a tree. When I get to the top, we kiss.
That’s not really how it works, but it broke the ice and made him laugh. In my world, laughing is required.
Laughing is required. 
My first wife was 4’11” and I’m 6’5″. We were asked the same kind of questions and we did draw our share of stares. And, Xavier Onassis recommended your blog so I came by.
Hi, Joe! Thanks for stopping by. Here’s to starting over and not looking back. Cheers!
Where the is a will, there is always a way.
Ha! Very true.