I've officially made two exceptions to my fuck short guys. I'd smoke with both 420 and Joe!
Being 6'3" isn't all it's cracked up to be. I'm easy to follow in a crowd, and have some fairly distinctive features.
Confession: I'm institutionalized. From right before my 6th birthday I was under psychiatric care, juvenile system at 12, prison at 16. I've been under supervision or incarcerated for my entire life, with the exception of 4 years.
Even with my little emotional genetic advantage, I don't know how to properly behave or live. I never learned. Violence was all I knew until I met the boss lady a little over 4 years ago.
Another confession: I'd tried to actually talk to people, get a "mentor" to help me out, but apparently people would rather be scared of me and my potential than offer a bit of advice.
I've had 4 real life friends throughout life. One's in prison for life, one's dead, one's married and disappeared years ago, and the other disappeared, probably back to S. America. Working on a new one, thanks Kelly4, for kicking it, and letting me stress and bitch.