I used to think that if you snatched up all of my ex-lovers for one big happy I-effed-Tracy photo op, it’d be impossible to pinpoint exactly what my physical “type” is.
Well, nearly impossible. The one thing all these fuckers have in common is that they’re not really on the tall side. Yep, I like my men (and women… damn, especially women) with their head below the clouds.
You’ll most likely never catch this 5’3″ chick right here snugged up on anyone who looks even 6% of Amazonian descent. To me 5’8″ and uppers are great for piggyback rides, but beyond that…….. yeah.
Confused? Sometimes I am too. But here are the four main reasons I prefer making out with shorter folks.
#1. If a dude is shorter that probably means I can rock his jordan 3s without looking all disproportional. this height thing also comes in handy for the morning after last minute sleep overs.
#2. I don’t mind being dominated, but only if I feel like I’m allowing you to dominate. If I have to lift my chin up to meet you face-to-face that means you’re dominating me 24/7. And me don’t like that shit.
#3. I can hold my own if for some reason shorty suffers a hyper case of napolean syndrome and tries to CB me.
#4. Wayyyyyy better hugs! Way freaking better!!!!! I hate that tippy toe cinderella crap.
So really, if we were to do a psychoanalysis on all of this, bottom line is I like to feel as equal with my partner as possible from mental to physical. Now just know there’s a difference between short and petite…
Toodles to you itches,