I'm pretty sure my mother was a heightist. Her first husband (my father) was short and thus her children, including myself, also ended up being short. I could tell by her subsequent dating choices that she preferred tall men, despite being short herself. And looking back I think it was always something unspoken between us that kept her from fully respecting me as a man.

In the long run it doesn't matter that I'm short, since I'm a gay man. While I would have liked to have been a father, I think in today's age it would have been an uphill battle full of divorce, conflict and loneliness, so on the balance it turned out better for me to be gay.

But I have the deepest sympathies for quality straight men who lack good relationships simply because of being vertically challenged.