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Long, somewhat related story:
Many moons ago I was at a club and was dying for a smoke, but you had to leave the club and go through two sets of lines and ID checks to get to where I was hanging out on the second floor. Well, they had a giant outdoor balcony, but the area was walled off by a line of plastic chairs. My drunk, fiendin, ass said, "fuck it", shuffled a chair out of the way, and snuck off to the corner to smoke. Well, what was one or two people who noticed me and did the same, soon turned into a packed balcony.
Regardless, my little act of rebellion seemed to get the attention of a "tallish" girl in heels who started chatting me up. About 3/4 through my smoke, the bouncers finally catch wind that there's fifty people on the balcony, and start angrily shuffling people back into the club. At this point, I ask the chick if she wants to dance, and she accepts.
Kudos to her for lasting as long as she did, but thirty seconds into grinding her ass on my stomach, she gave up trying to dance with me and walked away without a word, never to be seen again.
I wouldn't even consider myself short (1.78m, 5'10"), but it was a humbling moment at the time.