Reminds me of my very short friend who consistently sat in the bar drinking himself into oblivion.
We asked him one day, "Shorty, why do you keep doing this to yourself?" his reply was; "Because I'm very lonely" touched by his predicament we arranged a blind date for him, with this extremely tall! girl friend that we knew.
We were apprehensive about the height disparity, however when they met, it was like a spark, mutual love at first sight, they hit it off like a house on fire and Shorty no longer visited the bar.
A few weeks later we found Shorty back in the bar drinking as usual, "What's the matter Shorty, you seemed so happy, what happened?"
Well he replied, the problem is;
When we're nose to nose my toes are in it.
When we're toes to tose my nose is in it.
And When I'm in it, I've got nobody to talk to.
Moral of the story is don't go long, when you should be short or vice versa
