 Now that weekend, dad and I are going to meet boy number 15 in a coffee shop. One look at this guy, and I make a note to update my list. Now I'm short, but he's shorter. He's also very nervous, and I'm not exactly warm. So coffee ends quickly, and as he leaves the coffee shop, my dad and I, we get into a massive argument. My father thinks I should marry him because he's good enough. I said, no way, he's too short.