Ever since I started noticing the boys in class, I realized that I was always the tallest. It didn’t matter if you were a boy or girl, I was still the tallest person. The times I would notice a cute boy in class, I would try to see how tall he was and as always, he was shorter than me. When I moved back to the east coast from California and started middle school in New Jersey, I saw the tallest guy I had ever seen, and he was right in my class! He was also the class clown. We got along and I would think to myself, “Do I like this guy because of his personality or mainly because of his height?” It was more so the latter. To be honest, I liked another boy in my class who liked me too and he was super short. But it didn’t matter if I liked him or not, because I was in middle school and was definitely not allowed to have a boyfriend. So, I had a simple crush.
The first two years of high school, I attended an all girls’ school. It was great and my best friend went there, too. However, I wanted to switch to another school for basketball that just so happened to be co-ed. My junior year of high school is when I had my first boyfriend. He was the star of the basketball team standing at 6’3” and somewhat resembled Kobe Bryant, so of course people would say that I was Vanessa Bryant. When he would have his home games, I would watch and vice versa. It was always cool to have that in common with each other. We broke up, and towards the end of senior year is when I got to know more about this guy Marc who had given me butterflies since the first time I saw him…
When my high school boyfriend and I broke up, a brother of mine introduced me to Marc. Back then, in the early 2000s, I was into the cornrows, the earrings, and the long T’s. Don’t judge me! Marc had all of that. Not only was he attractive to me physically, but he had the brains to match. We had a little thing for each other but nothing serious, especially because I had chosen to attend Spelman in Atlanta and he stayed in Jersey to go to college. While Marc dated other people in college, I started a relationship with a friend from Morehouse who was about 6’4. We dated for two and a half years. When you’re in college and you date someone for that long, you start to think to yourself, “Is this the one?” I sure thought so. He was awesome with an amazing family. What could be better? But then you realize, maybe this person is better off as a friend. Breaking up with him was one of the hardest things I had to do to this day. It was painful. Luckily, we’re still cool.
I didn’t have another boyfriend for a year after my college boyfriend and I broke up. A year isn’t that long of a time, but what can I say, I’m a relationship kind of girl! The next boyfriend just so happened to be the guy who gave me butterflies: Marc. Five years later, we’re still together. He is truly and honestly my best friend. While I am 6’2, he stands at around 6 feet and that is something I really don’t care about. When you find someone who treats you well and is always there for you, you keep that person regardless of height. A lot of people ask how tall the person I’m dating is based on my height. But what about their personality? What about the way that person makes you feel and think about yourself? That’s the most important thing, in my opinion.
Meeting that guy with the cornrows, earrings, and long T as a teenager is a day I actually won’t forget and a day I personally thank the Big Man upstairs for everyday.