TheFemalePerspective
All Star
Let me set the scene for you: I was looking extremely glamorous yesterday evening. My hair was straightened and my make up was on point. You'd swear I was the more attractive sister of Halle Berry. Okay that's an exaggeration but I was still looking mighty fine. That's not a lie! So I'm chilling and waiting for my date. We've spoken nearly every night up until that point. If I'm honest, that was a nuisance because I hate speaking on the phone every single day, but you make an exception during the beginning stage of getting to know someone you like, I guess. Keep in mind I'm a career orientated young lady, so when I give my time to someone, then that means a lot.
Back to the story -- I'm chilling there excited to meet this guy. Now, I did request to FaceTime on multiple occasions, each time he came up with some BS excuse about his camera not working properly. I really wanted to believe him, so I gave him a pass. Not to mention, who agrees to meet you face to face when they're lying about their appearance? Yes, I was skeptical but hopeful at the same time. Now, I won't bore you with the details of how long I spent getting ready, but it was a good amount of time because I thought I was going to meet the love of my life; the apple of my eye. Instead the shortest man alive showed up. I checked his shoes and he was even wearing loafers that had an evident heel to them. On top of that he came in wearing a hat, I guess that was another attempt to gain a few inches. I just sat there mortified. I'm not the tallest woman in the world (about 5ft 6), but here was a man at least 5 ft 3 and he had the audacity to speak to me like he was a man. How can you be a man when you can't even look me straight in the eyes?
Out of sheer politeness, I stayed for the remaining duration of our date; however, I sat there bewildered for the entire evening contemplating if I should call him out for his devilish tactics
Over the phone, he told me he was roughly 5 ft 8, but he was at least 4 inches shorter than that 
His face did look the same, but I still feel I was completely catfished.
Back to the story -- I'm chilling there excited to meet this guy. Now, I did request to FaceTime on multiple occasions, each time he came up with some BS excuse about his camera not working properly. I really wanted to believe him, so I gave him a pass. Not to mention, who agrees to meet you face to face when they're lying about their appearance? Yes, I was skeptical but hopeful at the same time. Now, I won't bore you with the details of how long I spent getting ready, but it was a good amount of time because I thought I was going to meet the love of my life; the apple of my eye. Instead the shortest man alive showed up. I checked his shoes and he was even wearing loafers that had an evident heel to them. On top of that he came in wearing a hat, I guess that was another attempt to gain a few inches. I just sat there mortified. I'm not the tallest woman in the world (about 5ft 6), but here was a man at least 5 ft 3 and he had the audacity to speak to me like he was a man. How can you be a man when you can't even look me straight in the eyes?
Out of sheer politeness, I stayed for the remaining duration of our date; however, I sat there bewildered for the entire evening contemplating if I should call him out for his devilish tactics
Over the phone, he told me he was roughly 5 ft 8, but he was at least 4 inches shorter than that His face did look the same, but I still feel I was completely catfished.
