Boyfriend Potential?

As I was casually facebook stalking in the weekend I came across something which made me cringe (more so than admitting my preference for stalking unsuspecting facebook prey). Upon Broadcasting Boy's wall was a series of comments and posts from his girlfriend. Of course I took this opportunity to click of her and suss her out- I had to know if she was prettier than me. She was OK. I was happy.

Now to look back a month or so- Broadcasting Boy had desired me as his girlfriend. Now to most eyes he was everything a girl could want: doting, funny, nice, cute (enough to be attractive but not too much as to stray), and he somehow really liked me.
Now to me, all I saw was his HEIGHT.

It got to the point that I would accept dates in order to catch the chance to try and measure myself beside him. An example of this would be when he asked me to help him go suit shopping. Ah, the perfect chance I thought.
I had been prepped beforehand by a friend who said to stand beside him in the mirror whilst pretending to help him with the suit- but not too far behind or I would have the illusion of being shorted, and not too far forward or I would increase my height phobia...

Granted, this fascination with who was taller meant that it was a close race. However, a tall man just has something a short man does not and I didn't want to be that girl with the shorter boyfriend. I just didn't.

Not long after this excursion (where it was just too creepy to stand close to him in the mirror, so a failed mission)I had multiple drinks at some event or another and this lovely lad came and picked me up. Yes, another example of boyfriend material.
Anyway, we go to bed and things start heating up when SUDDENLY I JUMP UP. I had to measure us before things continued. This is a true story- I made the poor guy get up out of bed and stand behind me. I had to know. He was a fraction shorter. Things did not work out.

I tried to keep hanging out with him for a time after this occasion and thought I was getting over my pathetic superficial height phobia. It was not until the point where I felt the need to high-five him as he left one morning after a flat party that I knew we were only ever going to be friends. So, I phased him out. I got 'busy'.

Low and behold after a month of not talking/texting/seeing him, I extend the invite to catch up- the guy is great, a new friend I thought. He was not so keen. The reason? His new girlfriend "would probably not be keen on me hanging out with hot girls." I am flattered, then angry. A new friend gone already!
Then, I realises that the above method is not the way to make new guy mates, and I know Broadcasting Boy was never right for me- that half a centimeter would have always haunted me.

The best part of this rather dull story is that all the girlfriend posts are now deleted off his facebook page. Yes I looked.

S