It looks like medieval torture, from the metal rods inserted into sawn bones to the months of agonising recovery. But to some, travelling to Turkey to gain a few inches is a (very high) price worth paying
I’m 5’7". Slightly below the published average height for a man, I’m taller than something like 70% of women.
In this thread, you’ve got a bunch of tall guys talking about hitting heads on doors, not fitting in airplane seats…I have no such issues, the world seems more or less perfectly scaled for me. If someone says “Okay, the average man is 5’10”, the average woman is 5’4", so we’ll build this to be reasonably used by both" it works out to be pretty much my size. Things like shopping carts I find perfectly ergonomic to use.
Back when I was teaching flight school, I had a student who was a fairly tall man. I went with him to check out a Piper Cub he was thinking of buying. Plane was in great shape, duffel bag full of logbooks dating to the 1940s were in order, he could not climb into the aircraft, he physically did not fit inside. I fit perfectly, like it was made for me.
My experience with women: In high school and college I got pretty much all the chicks I wanted. Prior to 2010, not a single woman mentioned my height to me. In movies and TV, you’d hear the phrase “tall, dark and handsome” but In 2010, I broke up with a long term girlfriend and I disappeared into work for a couple years. I was either home sleeping or at the airport.
By 2012, asking women out in person had been repealed. You were REQUIRED to use a dating app, and those DO NOT work for men under 6 feet tall. 0.000 matches guaranteed.
Places I’ve gotten more pussy than all dating platforms combined:
My therapist’s office. The receptionist gave me her number.
ERAU, a university with an 8-1 male-female ratio.
An aircraft mechanic school I won’t identify, with a male-female ratio of 47-1.
My uncle’s house. I’ve got 3 female cousins who tend to have friends over.
How is it I can walk into a sausage fest like A&P school, one of 94 guys on campus, many of them taller than me, driving nicer newer cars than me, wearing trendier clothes than me, and still be the one that gets one of the girls in her end? Well, in her own words, “You’re the one that actually talked to me.”
Actually talking to women does not work online, and has been made illegal in person. So. We’re done here apparently.
I’m 5’7". Slightly below the published average height for a man, I’m taller than something like 70% of women.
In this thread, you’ve got a bunch of tall guys talking about hitting heads on doors, not fitting in airplane seats…I have no such issues, the world seems more or less perfectly scaled for me. If someone says “Okay, the average man is 5’10”, the average woman is 5’4", so we’ll build this to be reasonably used by both" it works out to be pretty much my size. Things like shopping carts I find perfectly ergonomic to use.
Back when I was teaching flight school, I had a student who was a fairly tall man. I went with him to check out a Piper Cub he was thinking of buying. Plane was in great shape, duffel bag full of logbooks dating to the 1940s were in order, he could not climb into the aircraft, he physically did not fit inside. I fit perfectly, like it was made for me.
My experience with women: In high school and college I got pretty much all the chicks I wanted. Prior to 2010, not a single woman mentioned my height to me. In movies and TV, you’d hear the phrase “tall, dark and handsome” but In 2010, I broke up with a long term girlfriend and I disappeared into work for a couple years. I was either home sleeping or at the airport.
By 2012, asking women out in person had been repealed. You were REQUIRED to use a dating app, and those DO NOT work for men under 6 feet tall. 0.000 matches guaranteed.
Places I’ve gotten more pussy than all dating platforms combined:
My therapist’s office. The receptionist gave me her number.
ERAU, a university with an 8-1 male-female ratio.
An aircraft mechanic school I won’t identify, with a male-female ratio of 47-1.
My uncle’s house. I’ve got 3 female cousins who tend to have friends over.
How is it I can walk into a sausage fest like A&P school, one of 94 guys on campus, many of them taller than me, driving nicer newer cars than me, wearing trendier clothes than me, and still be the one that gets one of the girls in her end? Well, in her own words, “You’re the one that actually talked to me.”
Actually talking to women does not work online, and has been made illegal in person. So. We’re done here apparently.