I remember dating a guy briefly when I was in college. We had talked for quite some time and finally decided to go out. He was gorgeous. Smart, kind...very much a gentleman and had a great family. He was into many philanthropic and service organizations. We had a great first date... and subsequent dates.
Finally, when it was time to "do the damn thing"..I was so hype. Surely this thing was gonna be OFF THE CHARTS! We had so much chemistry. Brotherman dropped them drawers and.........
His penis was tiny. I mean TINY! I had to look at it twice. Maybe he wasn't "ready". Maybe he was nervous. Was it drafty in here? Nope...none of those things. I couldn't believe it. It was like the thumb of a 3 year old. No gerth. No length. So do you know what I did??
I faked "fragile". Meaning I was like.."Oh hun..I dont wanna rush this! Maybe we need to take it slow!!". He, being a gentleman, obliged. And that was the end of that. I sorta brushed him off and played him to the left after that. I was young. I couldnt look past the penis..I was like..does he need a pump. Do I need to learn sometechinques? I wasn't willing to compromise. And the young man and I just became friends.
Now that I am divorced and single, I keep thinking about that time in college when I played a very sweet guy with a tiny wanker to the left. I'm not even sure if dude remembers me or that incident Looking back, . I mean what has a big dick gotten me? A bunch of pain (no pun intended) and heartache. All that motion in the ocean just left me empty inside..
Does size truly matter?
I've been lucky (in that respect) that I've never encountered another man THAT small. I have seen small..but it was still something to work with. Can you be in love with a man who's size would NOT even be a drop in the bucket? You know for a fact no matter what you can do or positions you can try, he just may not be able to measure up (Boy..the puns keep rolling in this joint...LOL). Either way, do you throw the baby out with the bathwater? Do you forget about the shortcomings (lol) and press on because he's awesome?
I posed the quesiton to my girls and it was split. The die hard romantics versus the Die hard freaks. Some in both groups are married. The romantics said you could "learn to love and adjust"..the freaks said "you need a cruise ship..not a tug boat". Where is the middle ground? Do you sacrifice emotional happiness for sexual happiness? or vice-versa?
I spoke to the guy earlier this year. Just to catch up. He's just as sweet, kind, and yes...still single (hmmmm..wonder if it's the penis thing...but anyway....). It made me wonder.
Could a big d*ck just be a bunch of big heartache???