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Being a physically active 6'8" dude with shoulder-length hair, I'm rather content with my appearance on a day-to-day basis and am frequently called conventionally attractive and receive compliments. I often exchange smiles with women in public places, and am told by my pals that I get checked out a non-negligible amount of times. On paper I need not fear of anything, but when push comes to shove, and I'm out at a discotheque making an effort to approach women and exchange numbers, paranoia starts to penetrate my head and I begin fearing that my stature as a big guy only makes me uninviting and intimidating to the average 5'5" woman. I hope that's not the case, but if I were a man of average stature, I would never have to worry about any of this to begin with.
You do not need to worry. Ask her for her phone number.
See unfortunately by the time I wrote the post, I had already returned home. For additional context, she was having a conversation with her cousins about a seemingly very localized topic, and I wanted to not come across as a discourteous jerk. One of her cousins was a guy I already shook hands with, so he introduced me to her and we asked each other a few questions. There were no red flags to indicate active disinterest, but also no clear signs of interest either. The people around her continued to talk and I didn't have the time to muster clever questions and look for openings in the midst of it all, and as I had no wingman, I didn't want to appear like a loser lingering around if an opening never was to come. In hindsight, I was likely reading too much into it and assuming the worst-case scenario. I'm based in a remote small town with a narrow dating pool, in a milieu where my peers don't exactly share my worldview or aspirations, so my brain tells me that me receiving a modicum of female attention must be too good to be true.
She came here to Europe from Utah to visit her relatives and God knows if I'll bump into her again, which is unfortunate. It was a church dance in a city two hours away from my place, and I was one of two people from my area to show up at a place where people mostly limited their conversations to existing groups. Still managed to make new connections and talk to some other women I'm less interested in, so hey it's not all terrible.
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