Paula was an unabashed heightist. She belonged to a tall club, where women needed to be at least 5’10” and men 6’2”. Paula was 5’10”, 32, and was attractive. She modeled in High School and in her first year of college. From the neck up, I would say an 8.5-8.8. She had a very pretty face, and she was very easy on the eyes. From the neck down was another story. Typical for a tall girl, not much in the breast department. Her body I would rate –C, for she didn’t have much of a waist and her butt was sort of there, but nothing exceptional.

This didn’t stop Paula from telling me all about her relationships with men 6’ plus, knowing I was 5’8”. Paula would only look at men 6’ plus, and most of her talk about the man centered on his height. One day, I met Paula and her latest man. He was either in his late 40’s or early 50’s, had about 50/50 black and grey hair. He was about 6’1”. I met Paula a few days later, and she gushed on how great he was. Over time she sensed that something was not right in the relationship, so she hired a private investigator to check him out. The investigator told Paula he had another girl friend, and he had a sex offense on his record. Paula was devastated. She told me this when I saw her with her girlfriends while I was out clubbing.

I ran into Paula sometime later, and she was over the moon. Her latest man, she named Baby Beef. He was 6’7” and was 26. She went on how being next to him made her feel so feminine and safe. All the time talking about his height to me, knowing I am 5’8”. It didn’t take time for this relationship to fall apart, for it was based upon her obsession of height. So I was not surprised 2 months later when it did. And as in the other failed relationship, she was down in the dumps. I met her in a bar we both liked, and I could see how depressed she was.

Months later, I ran into here again. And again she had a new man, somewhere in the 6’4” range. I think she met him at the tall club as she did the 6’7” guy. She was ecstatic. He was 6’4”, what more could you want in a relationship than that? And just as what had happened in the previous relationships, it came to a crashing end. And again, Paula was depressed. I bought her a drink, and she told me that she thought that the reason her relationships failed was that she was too INTIMIDATING. I wanted to tell her that I thought the reason the relationships failed was that she was a broke secretary, out of shape, whose only qualification for a man was to be 6’ or taller. And that height does not guarantee a relationship will last any more than if you only dated people with freckles. You need to judge a man by his character, not his inseam. You have to like each other, like being with each other, respect differences, and much, much more. But to Paula, height was the most important thing, everything else was trivial.

I knew Paula for about 2 ½ years and there were more failed relationships. And she was not taking it well. The last time I ever saw her was at the bar I first met her at, and she must have gained 40 pounds in the last 6 months. I felt sorry for her, but she just wouldn’t change. You would have thought years of failures would prompt a new dating plan, but not Paula. She needed a tall man, no matter what.