Originally Posted by Big Worm
So just out if curiosity, lets say you were at a social function and you knew two things: a) that you were financially significantly less well off than everyone of the men there (as in you made less than 80k/yr and all the others averaged 7 figure incomes), and b) that you were more well endowed than everyone there (as in they sported 5-6 inches while you were above 8.5).How would you feel?
As a general? Fine. I mean in my daily life, knowing most men who walk by are smaller than me used to give me a charge but…the real purpose of it comes in a social engagement where there is competition involved.
Feeling superior to the competition gives you confidence and an edge. That Alpha male effect is real and how I feel about myself now is different than 7 years ago. I can and do lead conversations and start things. I’ve become bolder. But all of these things changed as I did. Not just because of my penis.
In a dinner party with me wearing the cheapest two piece suit and making the least per year by at least several magnitudes, I would feel smug but…not only because of my size but because I’m probably tougher and a better shot than everyone else present because most high dollar white collar guys can’t even change a tire much less ball a fist or shoot a gun.
That would manifest in some shameless flirting, perhaps some stories of my neighborhood or job. Preening, which qualifies you in the eyes of other males, is the point of any personal anecdote you tell a perfect male stranger or group therein. So, after establishing my own physical superiority I would probably be content to bore myself before leaving early. As the crowd described doesn’t suit me and I have little to gain by continuing the social trial with no common goals to make my acquaintance of mutual use to the other men there. Intimidated men seldom make good friends and if I were at such a dinner party it would probably only be for that amusement of making rich men squirm.
It’s heavily layered, the psychology of it. I remember an ex playing on it and arranging a triple date with a guy bigger than me (or so the story was) and a beta male. With him qualified with his size and stud good by all 3 women present it was Alpha male grandstanding for 3 hours like social sword fighting with Mr. $50 Bill. All damn day.
I avoid it now, but the dinner party you describe would probably only have me attend just for that event and silliness.