If so, it wasn't by me. I'm not brave enough to shatter that particular convention.
We seem to like our heroes tall, or at least, tall enough. "Is he a tall man?" is pretty much the first question asked about newcomer Frank Churchill in Jane Austen's Emma, so it's not just us. Our bonnet-wearing precursors were just as keen on the idea of having to stand on tippy-toes for a bit of courtship down in Lovers' Lane.
Why this might be, I can't say. At a primitive level, perhaps we perceive a correlation between height and, well, size. Or perhaps we just like standing on tiptoes. Either way, the strapping six-footer seems to be here to stay.
I must confess a personal preference for the gangler. I love a lanky, skinny chap, especially if he dresses eccentrically. My perfect example of the type is Jarvis Cocker, who may well have inspired one of my own characters in a TEB story...but that's another story. The tenth and eleventh Doctors also fall into this category (though Nine will always be my favourite).
So who can name for me a short romantic hero?