Lies, sweet little lies.

Hello again!

I was just checking my match.com profile to see if I should update my pictures and I thought back to some of my more recent dates:

There was a former boxer who was a wonderful match for me on paper – professional, similar family backgrounds and with a chocolate six-pack that you could grate cheddar on. We spoke on the phone and had a great vibe then he threw me a curveball down the mobile...
“Oh by the way I’m not six feet like I said on the profile”, he said as casually.
“Er, ok. Just for clarification how tall are you”, I replied, hurriedly logging on match.com to check out his profile.
“I’m five feet ten”.
“Oh, that’s ok. Cool I’ll see you on the date”, breathing a huge sign of relief that he over estimated by just a couple of inches rather than a couple of feet.

I met him for a date at Guanabara, a Brazilian club near Covent Garden, and he was 20 minutes late. I had opted to wear a cute halter neck top, skinny flares and gladiator sandals. When he finally arrived he looked good, but as he got nearer I realised that he was definitely not five feet ten inches, in fact he was barely taller than me. Granted my gladiator sandals gave me an extra inch of height so I was five feet and six and a half inches if I walked on the balls of my feet where the heels were at their highest, but we were basically the same height. In my opinion he was five feet seven at the absolute maximum.

What got me was the fact that he had had the opportunity to tell me what his actual true height was, but he had lied for the second time! This put me off of him instantly, but I remained my usual easy-breezy self to get through the date. I have never been the type of girl to have an ideal height for my ideal man but ever since this date I have now started paying attention to the alleged heights of my dates.

Now it would not be so bad if this had been the only time that it had happened to me but six weeks later, I went on a date with a very promising man originally from Trinidad who I had lots in common with and he was incredibly muscular in his profile pictures which is always a bonus. I ended up being late by about 30 minutes and he sounded a bit annoyed. I got off my tube train and raced through Waterloo train station searching high for my six-foot tall hulk of a date. I should have looked low. He was the exact same height as me and I was wearing my trusty gladiators again! Now I was annoyed. I couldn’t even be bothered to ask why he had lied on his profile. It’s just as bad as using the picture of a Hollywood star and claiming that it’s you!

For the record, I did go on a date with a black Italian guy who claimed to be five feet tall in his profile and he was five feet tall in real life. We got on but he smoked and I felt like the black Katie Holmes and I do not like the idea of my husband standing on a box for the wedding photos. I suppose I’ve found out that when it comes to height, even I have my limits.