Unfiltered Story #28169

Germany | Unfiltered | September 4, 2016

(Note that I am male and really short. I wait in line for drinks when two other guys approach me and start talking about my height, finally asking me directly.)

Guy #1: “Be honest, how tall are you?”

Me (sheepishly): “1,57 m (slightly below 5’2”).”

Guy #1: “Aw, seriously? You are so cute! Really cuddly!” (Note that he uses a German word for ‘cute’ that is mostly used for small children or animals, not one that means ‘attractive’.)

Me: “…thank you?”

Guy #1: “Honestly, you ARE cute!”

Guy #2: “He’s right! We love you!”

(They leave. Feeling rather awkward, I return to my friends to relay the story. I think nothing more of it until on the following day, I notice a group of guys glancing at me and audibly taking guesses at my height. When they notice me looking, they tell me their guesstimates – the last of them gets the number right, which surprises me.)

Last guy: “I remembered the number. We talked yesterday. I made them all guess so I could win money from them, but they wouldn’t have it.”

Me: “Oh yeah… sorry, I’m face blind, I didn’t recognize you. So you were the one who called me cute?” (I don’t sound all too happy about it at that point.)

Last guy: “I still think so!”

Me: “…”

(Every time another one of his friends arrives, Last Guy instantly asks him to guess my height – while another friend keeps speculating that I will eventually get angry about the questions. I don’t want to give them the satisfaction to do so, and keep playing along – but having low self esteem already, I secretly wish the ground would open up and swallow me!)

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