Hmm…
Gotta weigh in here a little. This is, afterall, a PE forum. But the question itself seems a little self-conscious and insecure.
I’m gonna make some generalizations about women here, and I apologize up front. Ladies….please forgive me.
Women are beasts of prey, vicious man eaters. Products of nature: turmoil, chaos and conflict are there breeding grounds. They approach a level of evil that man could only ever hope of attaining. They have decidedly little use for men they can dominate.
(Except for a few, mind you, but we won’t get into that…)
Right.
Alpha-males get the chicks. But that’s not a size thing, it’s an attitude. I honestly can’t think of anything less sexy than some guy asking his girlfriend if he is as big as her last lovers. Size really is not as important to woman as much as the man. She doesn’t care what size you are, but she sure as hell knows that YOU DO.
And it will be held against you.
I was always fascinated by those men who could snap their fingers at will, and women would appear in their arms. I’ve met a few, and inevitably I always ask:
“What’s the deal? You got a big dick or something?”
Nope. All were average, some claimed to not even know. None of them really gave a lick about the issue. Women were theirs. One I know made it a habit to corrupt virgins.
It was his thing.
There was one chap I liked the best. Complete John Doe, he was the quintessential average man. It was almost remarkable how normal he was. It’s like you took the average of everything and assembled a person, that was John.
But he was magic with woman.
I remember a little fox approaching our table, and witnessed his transformation. It was remarkable. One moment I was talking to Joe Average, the next I was witnessing his entire body and attitude “morph” (for lack of a better term).
It was almost eerie.
Have you ever gone to the ocean, sat down and timed your breaths to the rhythm of the tide? An absence of tension and division ensues as you form a unity with the phenomena. Self consciousness dwindles, as the moment becomes all encompassing. You become part of the painting.
That’s what I observed with this mystical Duan Juan. As she left (after inviting him to a party, completely ignoring me), he snapped back to his normal self and we were left talking “at” each other again.
“What the F**k was that!” I cried in dismay.
After some confusion and more than a little needling, he fessed up. He simply had no fear of woman, many things in life cause him pain and trauma, like all people. But around woman, he completely relaxed. Like some form of adaptive response that naturally developed, liberating him from fear and self-consciousness with women.
(Incidentally, at this time, he was on welfare, yet somehow had scammed the system and got the government to also pay for his degree. A philosophy degree, no less. No job. I bumped into him about 3 years later and he was filthy rich.)
Anyway, I’m rambling. Sorry. Point being, this obsession with penis size is very unhealthy. But, even worse, you have bought into a slave morality, by becoming insecure around women, you’ve already lost the game before getting on the field.
You’ve just been mind-fucked. And every hour you spend at the gym, or on you cock, or on “self-improvement”, is about a dozen women you’ve eliminated from ever even potentially stepping into your life.
Geez…I think I just deconstructed my life.
N.