Many of you all, like me, one day hope to marry the love of your life and live happily ever after. However, at the rate I’m going (growing?), I’m honestly not sure how successful I’ll be. I’m unsure about a lot of things, but the one thing I AM sure of is that I will not marry someone shorter than me (knock on wood). No offense to my shorter male friends out there, I respect everyone, but I absolutely refuse to be like Eniko Parrish and Kevin Hart.

(Image via People)

We’re a couple posts in, so I’m sure most of you are aware that I am well above average height for a female, and surprise, I’m above average height for a male, as well. I am literally 4 entire inches above the average height of a male, meaning that the majority of the male population of the United States of America is shorter than me. That being said,  most of the guys that I refer to as short probably aren’t actually short, but in my book, tall is at least 6’4. However, studies show that less than 2% of American males are above 6’4. What a selection! Just kidding.

My friend Andres and I, showing a significant height difference (Image via Joselyn Jones)

Throughout high school, I had a good amount of male friends that were taller than me, but my shorter male friends obviously exceeded this number. Out of the 1200 people at my high school, there were probably 6 males that were taller than me. That’s literally 0.5%. Yikes. Here in college, I’m pretty sure that I have yet to have a real conversation with a male that is taller than me. I feel like I’m ruining my family legacy as the minutes’ pass. My mom, who stands at a strong 5’4, managed to meet my dad, who stands at 6’8, during her freshman year here at Penn State…HOW?!!! Sometimes at night, I wonder how easy life must be when you’re not always the tallest person at a function, constantly drawing attention and pretending not to notice people staring at you, and you can see in their eyes how badly they want to ask you if you play basketball. Just kidding. Kind of. Not really.

But in all seriousness, I came to college to earn a degree, not to scope out potential husbands. Don’t get me wrong, it would be nice, but definitely not a priority right now. Maybe if I wish hard enough, I’ll. find a nice 6’4+ potential husband in medical school but until then, I think chemistry needs as much love and attention from me as possible. Bigger yikes.

Anyways, until the hopeful day that I find my future husband, I’ll probably continue to have nightmares of becoming the next Eniko Parrish.

Until next week!

Madison