I'm not gonna front about penis size. It matters to me. Like, if I were falling in true love with you over entrees and post-dessert I found out you had a tiny wanger, I would definitely be like, "Awwww, man." You could maybe overcome it; you'd just have to work really hard to compensate, like women in business. Fresh-baked cinnamon rolls on the daily could go a long way toward making me forget about any perceived penis issue.
