Last night I went out with the fisherman. He's cute, but he's about an inch taller than I am. I just can't do it. I've tried to not be shallow, but I like tall men. I just do. If you're short, I'm sorry but it doesn't make me into you regardless of how cute, hot, funny, etc you may be. He is super sweet, funny, a great cook, and adorable. If he were about 6" taller, hell even 4-5", I'd be all over it. His place is oceanfront right near me. He has a boat that he could and has offered to take me out on. He seems to have money and his roommate has commissary access. There are so many good traits, but sadly I cannot get past the height.
While I was with him, The Chilean texted me to ask if my phone was working. He said he's been calling. Funny, other people have been calling me and getting through. He asked what I was doing and I lied a little. I just said I was having dinner with a friend. He invited me to come hang out at this local bar and see a band, so when I left The Fisherman I drove by but couldn't find him and it was late, so I went home.
It was a fairly uneventful Saturday night with no kid, but I did get an amazing dinner and some fun conversation. I'd like to just be friends with him, but rarely does that work out.