I do think there is a correlation between a woman’s looks and a guy’s pecker size. These are secondary correlations, though, sort of like claiming a dog with no legs must be deaf, because he won’t come when you call him (I’m an engineer, and you would be shocked at how many engineers are this fucking stupid).It’s the confidence that causes a correlation between pretty girls and well-hung guys.
Pretty girls are confident. Men like that.
Well-hung men are confident. Women like it.
So if you date a pretty girl, and she’s confident, odds are good that she attracts confident men. Thus, she has had a disproportionate number of guys with larger peckers. Likewise, if you are a confident guy, you’ll notice that you have dated a disproportionate number of pretty women, possibly even women with better endowments themselves.
It is the ~confidence~ that matters.
For instance, one of the most insecure guys I knew in high school also had the largest pecker in town. I remember one guy dick-shaming him, because you could see that thing bunched up in his pants like it was a fist. This guy said to my buddy, after a date, Yeah, she had to sit in the backseat because his balls were riding shotgun.
I remember the look on my buddy’s face when he said this one girl wouldn’t mess with him. She said, You could hurt someone with that thing. He tried with another girl and couldn’t get it past the tip. I remember asking him what he does when he gets an erection, as you do in high school, at random moments, and he shrugged. I just put my hand in my pocket and angle it off to the side.
Basically what we all do, right? He said it wasn’t the length so much as the width. He used to make a joke about himself. He would say, egging me about my pecker, and remember the girls called me Pinky Man, so that was sort of my thing, he’d say, Man, don’t worry, some girls like a four inch penis. Then he’d rib me and say, But some girls just think that’s too wide.
I don’t think he was kidding by much.
Anyway. He didn’t have a lot of confidence. He was just a dude who had a hard time finding a girlfriend. They wanted to see what was making that enormous bulge in his britches, and they damn sure talked about it, but they didn’t want to stick it inside or go to the mall with him. He was really good at the original ’80s Nintendo Zelda game. He knew all the secret passages. I hear he married a really pretty girl and is working his own farm.
I’m married, too, also to a very pretty girl, who has enjoyed much bigger guys than me. But hey, buddy, guess who gets the last laugh!
HA HA HA! (that’s my Joker laugh)
I’m all up in that shit, now, so suck it!
Meh. Confidence. Be confident.
Damn, boys, how many times do I need to tell you. Be confident.
- Saul