The news that shorter men's marriages last longer than those of their cloud-skimming counterparts proves something I've always held to be true: that great things come in small packages.
A study by sociologists at New York University has revealed that while physical attraction (including height) is key to finding someone to fall in love with, staying in love is based on more important qualities than being over 5ft 6in - qualities which, in my experience, the shorter man offers in abundance.
Ignoring the type of guy who has a huge chip on his shoulder because of his height (although maybe it only looks that big, because of perspective), I've always found shorter men to be far more fun.
Lots of my friends are vehemently heightist, claiming that a man could even wear tasseled shoes and be more attractive than a 5ft 6in guy wearing brogues.
But I think this is madness. In the same way that some people think the less-gorgeous among us have to develop a stronger personality, I think shorter men are compelled to make more effort in ways that really matter in order to attract the laydeez.
Sociologists have found this most commonly emerges in the form of a fat wallet, with shorter men earning more to compensate for their inability to reach the cereal on the top shelf in Tesco.
But forget money: when a guy has spent his life deflecting jokes about Hobbits, Napoleon and his little hands (weeny hands = weeny penis, right? lol!), he has to develop a pretty sturdy sense of humour, which is far more important.
The men I've been out with who were over 6ft took themselves entirely too seriously, and seemed to think being tall was apt compensation for missing qualities such as modesty and regular cleaning.
Okay, so one of them could bench-press me above his head, but he also seemed to think feminism was a type of toilet cleaner. One which, presumably, only women should have to use.
I've since learnt to appreciate the shorter man for being a whole lot more fun, without necessarily sacrificing their sexiness.
My ex (5ft 6in) was shorter than me in heels, and with his long hair we were mistaken for two girls more than once. Instead of being embarrassed, if anyone walking behind us started catcalling because we were holding hands, he revelled in turning around and booming, 'YOU WHAT, MATE?'
Your boyfriend being mistaken for a girl: not so sexy. Him handling it with smooth aplomb: super-sexy.
A shorter guy can't sweep you off your feet literally - but he certainly can figuratively. So if you've previously consigned shorter men to the minimum-height fairground queue of your heart, I recommend you give them a chance.
Oh, and the hand thing? Totally not true...
