Lil Man

So I had been talking to this guy regularly on the phone and we finally made plans to go on a date. We met at a restaurant near my home and had a ball. We ate, drank, conversed [the conversation was GREAT!], and danced [they had a live band]. It was a wonderful date!

It was time for us to part ways, so he walked me to my car. He pulled me closely and kissed me. [OH EM GEE! Fireworks!] The kiss was absolutely amazing and I didn’t want to stop, but eventually pulled back to avoid getting too carried away.

As I hugged him goodbye, he said he wanted to talk a little more [Man, didn’t we just talk in the restaurant for like 3 hours?] and we sat in my car. It looked like something was really bothering him, so we sat in silence for a couple of minutes until he leaned over and kissed me again. He then went on to drop a MAJOR bombshell. No, he didn’t have a bunch of kids and he wasn’t married or involved. What was the issue? This guy shared that he had a very small penis.

This Date Is Over!

I was totally NOT expecting him to say that and just sat there completely stunned. He went on and on about feeling that it wasn’t fair that his parents were African, yet he had a small penis. To make matters worse, he pulled it out for a bit of show and tell [Yes, I seent it!] and I HOLLERED. I ran out of the car screaming and laughing so hard that I was in tears.

JUST KIDDING!

It didn’t happen like that at all. However, he did pull it out and I tried to make him feel better by telling him it was ok. [I mean it wasn’t a bad penis in my opinion, but it wasn’t great either.] He zipped up, got out of my car, I went home, and never really talked to him much after that. I think he was embarrassed about the whole situation, but, at the same time, I didn’t really call him much afterwards to try and make him feel better. Was I wrong? I did like the guy after all, but I didn’t care enough to fix things between us [even though I didn’t break anything].