So sparks are flying, endorphines are on overdrive, and he’s about to put it on you [so you think]. He whips it out and you’re like “ehhhh it’s aiiight…I can work with that…no big deal” UNTIL he pulls out a damn Magnum condom. *SMH*  You then find yourself blinking profusely as if his member is going to miraculously grow to fit inside this extra large condom; however, reality sets in with a question burning inside that you dare not say out loud…..but every ounce of you wants to ask DO YOU REALLY NEED THAT MAGNUM?  I mean seriously?   Fellas, have you no shame?  What is going through your mind…