Now see, I'm going to throw out something that had nothing to do with toughness. I dated a guy who was my height and he was (for the most part) the sweetest and kindest person you ever met. He could diffuse any bar fight or hostile situation just by inserting himself into it - he always shrugged whenever I'd start forming fists ready to fly in and say "who the fuck is gonna be pussy enough to hit the short guy?" Within five minutes all the tall idiots would be buying him drinks and confiding in him.
We short people are devious.
We short people are devious.