One Size Doesn’t Fit All…Well, Actually

It came to my attention the other day while talking with my homegirl Tanisha that some men are walking around with Magnums when they shouldn’t. This information came to me when Tanisha told me about a recent rendez vous with a new lover. The evening went well and Tanisha decided she was ready to take things to a physical level. After some heavy petting at his place, the gentleman pulled out that patented black and gold box from the nightstand. Tanisha’s eyes lit up in anticipation of what she thought was going to be a “filling” endeavor, only to discover upon unzipping his package that her gift’s size had been disproportionately and falsely advertised. Rather than extra large, she was greeted with average.
Despite Tanisha, an admitted size queen, being let down by the man not living up to the Magnums he carried, she says the episode was enjoyable. Well, except for the fact that the condom kept slipping off. **Blank stare** Sorry, but baggy rubbers are not the move, especially when slippage can lead to unwanted “accidents” and defeats the whole purpose of wearing one in the first place.
Apparently some of my male counterparts need a wake up call, as other females have informed me that they have run into similar prophylactic poseurs. I’m gonna keep it all the way real (as ever): If every guy that claimed to have a big dick actually had a porn star’s package, then we’d all have big dicks. You know what that would mean? Big dicks would be, you guessed it, average. Condom manufacturer’s made one-size fits all for a reason, they fit most of us perfectly fine. So fellas need to stop faking the funk on their trunk and accept your averageness. I know I have.
Yes, I, NWSO, do not wear Magnums. I haven’t even seen what one of those Glad bags look like. I purchase regular over-the-counter condoms from my local pharmacy and they have served me and my partner(s) well for over 16 years. Since my first sexual experience with a one size fits all rubber fit like a glove, I’ve seen no reason to explore any other sizes so I have no problem accepting my fate as an “average” man. Unfortunately, not all of my male counterparts have the same confidence in the tools God gave them or they just have warped perceptions of said equipment.
Far be it for me to know or even care about what another brother possesses behind his zipper, but I doubt very much that everyone walking around with a Magnum is man enough to fill one up. Yeah, it’s great to walk around say you’re the “King Kong of Ding-A-Lings” but ain’t nothing wrong with being “Mr. Just Right.” Well, as long as you know what you’re doing, because ain’t nothing worse than someone whippin’ a Hummer but doesn’t know how to drive, let alone park it. I’d much rather stick with a mid-size Honda Accord that can handle tight curves on a regular. So to paraphrase the words of the late Johnny Cochran, “If it don’t fit, you must get off that bullshit and stop lying on your dick.”
Ladies, does size really matter? Have you ever had your world rocked by an “average” or “smaller” man? Is there such a thing as too big? Would you marry a man that was perfect in every way except his package? Have you ever been let down by a man that walked around with Magnums or claimed to be big daddy when he wasn’t? Would you ever lie to a man about his size? Any fellas willing to admit that they carry Magnums when they shouldn’t? Why did you decide to lie to yourself and the ladies about your size? Is it all ego? Has a woman ever called you out for your averageness?
Speak your piece…

PS
Thanx for all the harsh comments yesterday, they really made my day… NOT! I’m an artiste and I’m sensitive about my shit. But I’ll live.
We just won’t mention the A word again. Agreed? Good. Hit reset, reload and let’s keep it moving.
—NWSO aka Mis(ter)understood
UPDATE:
Hilarious vlog on why size doesn’t matter.

“One Size Doesn’t Fit All…Well, Actually”