The Height of My Problems

So I currently find myself in a pickle, and I'm short an idea... literally.

Rewind to the beginning of the summer... I met this guy Adam when I was out with an old friend if mine from college. I must have given him my number, but I don't recall (and no, it's not because I was intoxicated, thank you very much).

Fast forward to about a month ago... Adam sends me a random text and thus begins a funny convo over text that lasts a couple of weeks. Then Adam suggests we get a drink sometimes. I said sure, why not.

(Side note: here's the 411 on Adam: lives in Southie, nice Jewish guy, in sales, went to UMass, my age.)

On a rainy Friday night (I believe it was Hurricane Earl?), I meet up with Adam at Bond, the hotel bar in Boston. Great place. We get a few drinks, have a great time, and I decide that I think I'd like to see him again.

So a week or so later, I'm back in Boston and we get dinner at Eastern Standard. Another fantastic place with delicious food (very impressive place to take a date), and NO, we did not split a glass of wine. And after dinner we go to the Mandarin Hotel bar - meh. Wouldn't recommend it unless you're staying there already.

Of course, something weird happens to me. (Always a story!) Adam and I are sitting at the bar, and this woman about 32 years old comes up to us, questionably drunk, and asks whether we are together. The question baffles both my date and me, and I blurt out "Yes." The woman says to me, "Oh too bad, my friend thinks your cute. But I'm married! And I'm pregnant!" Ummmmm, ok that doesn't make this situation any less awkward. (And NO, her friend was NOT cute, if you're wondering.)

But that's not where this story is going...

I decided, after this date, that I'd like to see him again. Things are going very well, I've had a great time with him so far, we get along, all in all, great guy.

There's just ONE. SMALL. CATCH. And I mean small... and that would be his height. (There's always a catch.) With heels, I may be his height or taller - and I'm only 5'1".

This is when I ask: is his height something I can get over? Every girl has certain criteria when it comes to her men, and we must determine which of those are deal-breakers. I wasn't sure yet whether the height issue was a deal-breaker, so I thought about how much fun I have with him, and decided to give it a shot, and see him again.

So a couple of weeks ago, I planned a great day in Newport - we saw the mansions, had lunch, walked around, got dinner - pretty much the perfect Newport day. And we even smooched. I had a FANTASTIC day! But I just couldn't shake this weird complex I had that he was so short.

And I had this weird complex feeling going into our last date last week when we saw The Town. (Great flick, highly recommend it, especially if you're from Boston.) Before I left for the movie, I had this unsettled feeling like I reeeeeallyyyy did not want to go, but it was too late at that point to cancel.

Since then, I have been thinking about it long and hard, and I've come to the conclusion that every girl has a deal-breaker, and mine was his height. One of my top rules for dating is that you should at least be attracted to your man. If you're not, things just won't go well for the relationship. And I'm just not attracted to his height. And NOW is the time to cut this thing short.

So now I'm in this pickle... I need to end it, need to tell him it's over, but HOW?! Oh man, breaking up IS hard to do! I obviously can't say "You're really nice, but just a little short for me." Besides his height he's great. So basically anything I say will be a lie.

This is where you all come in. I open this post for suggestions in dealing with my little problem. Any ideas?? (Keep in mind that when I talked to him yesterday, he said he already has "a great idea planned for our next date." Greeeeatttt, could he make this any harder??)

Phew! This post has left me shortness... of breath!

A Peak into the other brain

Ladies,

I was recently exposed to this advice column. I actually know the person who wrote it. It's his first advice, but it's actually pretty good.

It's nice to look at how the other brain thinks...

http://weeklyworldnews.com/opinion/22203/dude-dating-with-j-train/#more-22203

ENJOY!

If you don't like it, then you shouldn't put a ring on it

First of all, welcome back ladies.

Back by popular demand, I have decided to reinstate this blog. But perhaps it's time to venture out of the dating scene and into other topics. (Don't fret, I will also be posting dating adventures.) My friend Diana even suggested I make sub-categories, like cooking or home and gardens. First I laughed, then I responded that if I ever gave advice on home and gardens I would have disheveled homes and dead gardens on my hands. No thanks. But I do find myself in predicaments and lost in thoughts, so why not give the readers what they want: MORE BLOGS!

Before I get into the last few dates I've had upon returning to Boston/ Rhode Island, I wanted to comment on this little article I recently read in my Marie Claire. (And by "my" I mean the extra one Alisa gets in the mail - for some reason they send her 2. I'm OK with it because it gives me something to read.)

As I quickly opened the cover because I find the picture of Katie Holmes on the front atrocious and the outfit she's wearing insulting, I stumbled upon an article titled "Faking My Engagement." (page 115 if you're curious) This woman who deals with lots of nerds and dorks in her job got fed up with these men asking her out and wanting to marry her. So what did she do? She ordered a fake engagement ring from Ms. Taken. This company is actually in the business of selling cubic zirconia-and-stainless steel rings for $30 for "party girls, waitresses, divorcees, jetsetters, not sad cases who buy fake rings because they're dying for pure deception."

Ummmm... isn't wearing a fake engagement ring EXACTLY that - pure deception??

And that's just the tip of the iceberg on all the things wrong with this.

As we chip away at this fake ice, my next problem is: why not just buy one at Claire's Accessories or even Arden B.? Both have some fantastic fake bling, it's probably cheaper or the same price as Ms. Taken's faux carat, and you're def not paying for shipping and handling. Sure, it might be slightly embarrassing going into a store and buying yourself a fake ring, but when you've come to the decision to buy a fake ring, I think you've gone past the point of embarrassment.

My other problem with wearing a fake engagement ring - and call me old fashioned - is that it's just bad luck. The purpose of it is to be a man-repellant, but if you're looking to get married one day, isn't repelling men (or women, depending on which way you swing) the LAST thing you want to do? In my youth, I used to wear a cute little amber ring my parents got me in Sweden when I was 16. I wore it on my engagement finger for years. As I started getting older and hitting the bars, I can't tell you how many MEN asked me if I was engaged. Shocked that it even appeared as an engagement ring, I started to think guys actually believed I was engaged. Now I make it a point to NOT wear anything resembling an engagement ring on my finger. (Gaudy rings obviously don't count.)

So, to the Claire Tragesers (the author of the article) of the world, I leave you with this one piece of advice: if you don't like guys constantly hitting on you, don't put a ring on it. Who knows who you will repel? Perhaps your future husband...