How tall are you?

I just dont like being asked how tall I am. Its not that I don't like being tall, I fucking love it. I'm basically better than everybody who is shorter than me, ha. Studies prove that women subconsciously believe that taller men are healthier, smarter and more attractive, and therefore are more suitable partners to bare child. Taller males tend to be seen as better leaders too. Not that I need the ego boost, but it's true.

Standing six feet seven inches tall my life is full of ridiculous occurrences. Asian women pointing in shock. Daily questions regarding my basketball habits. Often parents will see me and point me out to their children, "hey junior, look how tall that man is, omg." People just can't get enough of the fact that I'm huge. Sometimes when asked how tall I am I respond, 5"2. Gets a laugh like a fifth of the time, lol. The other day this dude at a deli asked me if I played Volleyball, which was a pleasant surprise.

A good friend of mine is just over five feet tall. A while back he and I wandered into a local coffee emporium late at night.  We reach the counter and the asian man standing behind the counter proceeded to burst out in laughter, "hahaha, u short he tall, hahahaha." With accompanying hand gestures.

First of all, if I wasn't tall, this man would most certainly not have pointed out that my friend was short. Second, if I were really fat and he were skinny there likely would not have been such a voracious laugh from such an oblivious man. Third, I was offended for the sake of my friend, because while I relish the fact that I was blessed with height, I know short people do not appreciate being called short (I know this from personal experience of course). 

What makes it acceptable for people to point out that I am tall??? Why do I have to live my life constantly answering the question, "how tall are you?" Maybe its a curse, maybe not. 

The other day I was at a frat event at a local bar. I am not a member of this frat, but I have several friends who are so we drank together beforehand and made our way to the bar. It was a monday night, so it was pretty empty. Some kid must have assumed that I was part of the frat. (I guess the fact that I've already been to a few frat events doesn't help my cause here.) This kid comes up to me and lays down the question. The four words in the english language I loathe the most. "WOW. How tall are you?" I was wasted, so I responded to this fucking shithead the way I have wanted to respond to everyone who has ever asked me this question. "who the fuck are you, and why are you talking to me?"