I suspect that if I was taller, I'd get laid more.
Think Basketball: I'd shoot my shot over her friend zone defense and score. Her weak knees would wobble at my every move.
And there’s research to prove it: the female psyche is hard wired to conflate height with power. Leadership. Responsibility. Extra large shoes. As if size mattered more than say, Endurance as a true measure of the lengths I'd go for the people I love.
Still, if I was taller, I'd have an evolutionary edge. I'd play the game like a guitar. Because guitar gets girl, right?
Picture this: me strumming at heart strings under the lights of a coffeehouse stage, a tall post-modern Troubadour with say, an east European or French accent.
A Filipino with a French accent: how baller would that be!
I'd be unstoppable. I’d have fans. Groupies. Her phone number. And the decency of a reply to my text.
I’ll give the crowd what they came to see: the tousled hair and rugged eyes, the unshaven charm that makes her want more by appearing to care less.
Hard to get: that’s what the crowd wants me to play on that guitar I barely know how to use.
(But I’m trying, right?)
yo who is it she's really after, because that vertically privileged guitar hero sounds nothing like me.
I wish I was taller (high chord) so she'd see me. Because I am tired of being turned into a ghost writing songs for an empty room.
Guitar gets girl.
If thats true, I suspect she won't get me because maybe this isnt the sound I'm supposed to make. We'd just be pretending to strike a chord on strings attached to a dissonant tune. We'd play each other out: a one hit wonder on a radio station:
Guitar gets girl.
My nice guy cover falls flat. My Asian appearance falls short of the socio romantic standard she is conditioned to fall for
Guitar gets girl Same song. Play on.
And forget accompaniment (Ditch guitar)
All I need is a pen to write lyrics for my new single.
I’ll start a one-man indie band and swoon in solitude over who I sound like on my own. (Strum Flourish)