We represent the lollipop kids.

Hello. It's me again.

I recently went on a (sort of) blind date with a guy who looked like he had the total package. From what I gathered, he graduated from a SMU, played rugby, had a good job, lived in downtown Austin.. things were checking out.

He sent me several pictures during our month long phone sessions, and he was super cute. I was actually under the impression that this MIGHT work.

One thing I could not get over was the fact that he told me he was 5'8. The past 4 guys I have dated have all been over 6 feet tall.

But then I thought to myself, my dad is 5'8, my step dad is 5'8, my brother in law is 5'8 and I have never thought they were baby munchkin kids, so I figured I could be a little less self centered and go on a date with this fella.

I actually got a little nervous/excited before going on this date, sent a picture of my outfit to my mom and sister and got the thumbs up and was told to "throw on some heels and go"

Let me remind you, I am only 5'2 on a good day with a proper hair teased poof and a bump-it.

So I figured I would lengthen my appearance by strapping on some 3 inch wedges. (I have really cute shoes.)

Out the door I go, drive to the restaurant, park and go inside to meet my new boyfriend.

He's sitting in a back corner booth  by himself drinking a beer and eating chips and salsa.

All appears okay so far.

I march right up, get his attention and he stands up to hug me and...

Replace Katie's face with mine, and turn Mr. Cruise into my date, and BAM. There we were.

This guy was a munchkin.

But I went ahead and sat down to eat, carried on with the small talk, ordered some enchiladas and tried to get through the next hour of my life.

Poor guy was so nervous and shaky he only ate half of his taco. I, on the other hand, devoured my whole enchilada plate. Rice and beans included.

Screw not eating or being polite, this date was obviously going nowhere so I might as well enjoy my free meal, right?

As the meal was ending, I reached down to grab something out of my purse from under the table when I glanced over and noticed that not only were MY feet not touching the ground, (which I am used to because I can almost never touch the ground) but HIS are ALSO NOT TOUCHING THE GROUND.

So there we are in a back corner booth, dangling our feet like two baby circus midgets.

My fantasy date was officially over.

Back to the drawing board.