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I Broke Up With the Perfect Guy Because His Penis Was Too Small

I wish I had never met him. I wish we had never crossed paths that day at school. I wish he had never asked for my number and I wish I didn’t let him take me on a date where we spent the whole night talking — I felt like I had known him for my entire life and I never wanted it to end. I regret letting him kiss me over and over and over again until our teenage lips were chapped and sore. I wish he never took me home to his parents, who eventually became like a second family to me. I wish he never loved me.

I wish he didn’t exist.

Because if he didn’t exist, then I wouldn’t know what it’s like to fall in love with the perfect guy, and then subsequently have to dump him because his dick was too small.

He was perfect in every way, except the one. The first time we met, it felt like there was a magnet pulling us together. I had to know him. I had to talk to him. I wasn’t even in control of my body anymore, it was completely acting on its own accord. I went up and talked to him (something I would otherwise never, ever do) and the conversation flowed like magic. His name was Ethan and as I introduced myself, I had to stop myself from saying “Hi Ethan, I’m in love with you.”

We didn’t stop talking. I gave him my number and we went out on our first date that next day. Things quickly snowballed into a relationship and it was the first time that I ever really understood what people meant when they said they’d found their soulmates. “So this is what it’s like,” I thought to myself one night as he pulled away from my driveway after another five hour long date.

I couldn’t understand how a guy this incredible, gorgeous, and charming could be single. I thought for sure some girl would’ve swooped him up in high school, if she were smart.

I understand now.

But before we get there, you have to understand how utterly obsessed we were with each other. I had never been so physically, emotionally, spiritually (crazy, I know) attracted to someone. It’s like I had put on this Earth to find him. I couldn’t want for anything more in a person. There was no jealousy, no possessiveness, no question in our minds that this relationship was it. You could’ve offered me Ryan Gosling on a silver platter and I would’ve said “No, thanks,” and asked for Ethan instead. I was completely and irrevocably in love.

And then the pants came off.

We were young and in love so obviously the next step was sex. The no-pants dance. The horizontal hula. Dry humping just wasn’t doing it for us anymore, so we decided to go all the way. Neither of us were exactly virgins, so while it was a huge step in our relationship, it wasn’t like it was something completely brand new.

What he was packing (or rather, not packing) down there was, however, very new to me.

At this point in my life, I had seen a dick or two or three or more, who knows. I knew what they looked like. Sure, they differed in size, but they were all in the realm of average to above average. When I unwrapped his package, what I saw wasn’t in that realm. It wasn’t even on the same planet as “average.”

It’s like someone had taken the “resize” feature on Facetune and pinched inwards on his dick. It looked like every other dick I had seen, but just waaaaay smaller. I don’t think you could technically call it a micropenis, but his dick and a micropenis could be brothers. Very similar. Too similar, I’d say.

Seeing his extra small peen was a shock, but I thought it was something I could work around. Maybe he’s incredibly good at oral, I tried to convince myself. Because if you have a small penis, it’s required by law to be good at oral.

And he was. His tongue did things that his miniature penis couldn’t, and while that was great, I had an epiphany one night mid-penetration (if you could even call it that). Yes, the love of my life was “deep” inside me and my mind literally wandered so far away that it came to this realization: oral isn’t enough for me.

Yes, oral is great and honestly the only way I can ever finish, but it just wasn’t enough. I needed actual, physical, DEEP penetration. Try as he might, his little Vienna sausage just couldn’t do the trick. It was so small that the condom would routinely just slide off. I honestly couldn’t even feel the damn thing inside me. I’d rather catch a finger or two than catch his sorry excuse for a dick.

I thought I would just be able to deal with his, uh, shortcoming, because I’m not exactly a freak in the sheets. I’m pretty vanilla in bed compared to some of the things I’ve heard girls do. I’ve never had a money shot, I have no desire to try anal or be with another woman, and besides a little light choking, I just like regular old-fashioned sex. Give me some tongue-fucking and then that good ol’ P in V action and I’m good. I thought I could overlook this small (oh, it was small alright) flaw because everything else about him was perfect. But I couldn’t and I didn’t.

Sex isn’t everything in a relationship, but it is something. It matters. Sexual chemistry goes hand-in-hand with relationship chemistry, and I just didn’t have it with Ethan. As perfect as he was, I couldn’t sell myself short for the rest of my life. I deserved to be happy. I deserved a real dick.

I broke up with him six months after we first met and started dating. I tried to stick it out for as long as I could, hoping that my sexual needs would just go away because every other need had been met. It took me six months to realize that it doesn’t work like that. He was obviously hurt by the breakup, and so was I. Ethan was everything I wanted in a guy, everything I still want in a guy, except for that. It was the hardest breakup I ever had to go through because I honestly didn’t want to do it. I felt shallow and selfish for breaking up with the perfect guy just because he had a small dick, but I couldn’t stay with him knowing that I was unhappy and unfulfilled.

We’ve relapsed a few times since the breakup. Every time I see him I think of the guy he is on the outside: tall, sexy, sweet with an ass that won’t quit. I convince myself that maybe I made a mistake — maybe I can be with him even though he can’t fulfill my sexual needs. The sexual tension between us is palpable, and we give into it. But every time we go home together I’m reminded of how untrue that is. I tear his clothes off, filled to the brim with desire, only to have all that sexual tension fizzle away when he whips out his two-inch garden snake.

I recently deleted his phone number from my phone and blocked him on every social media because I don’t think I can see him or talk to him without wanting to try and work things out. I may have dumped his dick, but I don’t know if I’ll ever not be in love with the other 99.999 percent of him.

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  1. I am going through exact situation. Please contact me because I need advice and an update on how everything ended up!

  2. Go fuck yourself, you disgust me. Bet you even told him he was perfect and you were the problem… Cunt

  3. Kinda ruthless. You belong in Hollywood with all the other pretentious spoiled bitches. Women like you deserve to be stepped on, treated like shit, cheated on, and hopefully what comes around goes around. Did you ever think your just a loose slut???

  4. It’s your decision and preference. I assume you have insecurities and flaws about your body that you choose not to mention /wish could change. Just remember nobody’s perfect. True love and loyalty is near impossible to find today.

  5. Tall, sexy… that is all you describe him. Lol, you don’t even know what love is.
    You just go for the exterior. But he he is lucky. Having a shallow woman as you would only make him miserable. His small dick might be your downfall, buth is win.

  6. Lol wow, all these insecure baby dicked guys on here trashing her for being honest. LDE x10. Newsflash fellas – GIRLS LIKE BIG DICKS. If you’re average that’s fine, but if you’re hung like a mouse miss me with that

  7. I really don’t get the fuzz about what ops wrote. She’s into big dicks and deserves to get what she likes. I takes it these guys here bashing her have small dicks and you are throwing your insecurities at her.

    Great personality or not, woman want great sex in that mix too. I wonder why it hurts guys so much when women express hatred for their body parts when they (guys) openly express hatred about women’s body parts too.

    At least you guys know how it feels when you call her fat or skinny, or mock her small/big clitoris. Women are humans too. We want to be happy with our partner and sex isn’t far on our list. So deal with it.

    The worst is that guys with small dicks are more full of themselves compared to those with bigger dicks.

    Women are not tolerating your big ass egos anymore. If she says she can’t put up with your small dics, accept it and move on. No need to trash her. It makes you look weak and irritating.

    • Full of themselves? Are you serious? The majority of guys with small dicks have big insecurities, you know? Even a lot of average and above-average guys are pretty insecure about their size. It’s not even news. When a guy posts on an online forum asking for advice on his dick size insecurity, 100% of responses he gets say that personality and confidence make up for your size, and that it’s stupid to be insecure about your dick, so it’s natural to feel a little outraged when you start reading women actually talking from their experiences and realize those responses were all lies.

      Now, I do agree about women having the right to have preferences when it comes to sex, but I don’t think anyone has the right to express hatred towards the opposite sex body parts. The fuzz is not about OP having preferences, it’s about the OP being so resentful towards this guy because of a part of his body he has zero control over, to the point of wishing she never met him, writing a public article about it, using derogatory language to talk about his dick, etc.

      OP deserves all the shit she’s getting. What an obnoxious article.

  8. I’m sorry. I have a decent penis size 6″ erect, I am not exceptionally endowed, but this woman is very superficial, sex evolves and changes over time but the love she describes is something that could satisfy for a lifetime. I only felt incredible sadness and pity for this woman. She is obviously very immature and ignorant.

  9. You are absolutely and utterly a disgusting person. You’re out here feeling sorry for yourself, for “having to deal” with a below average guy? You basically ditched him and moved on to a bigger one, while the boy you were head over heels in love with will carry his “dealbreaker” for the rest of his life wether he likes it or not, he’s probably mentally tormented by shallow women like you. I do wish you great suffering throughout the rest of your pathetic excuse for a life.

  10. Let’s go ahead and get all of you gals in the comments and your weak, pathetic insults out of the way. Accuse me of having a little dick, being insecure, being angry or compensating all in a desperate attempt to not have to face the shallow, terrible person you really are.

    I’ve got no issues in the dick department of Corporation Chris, unless of course being incredibly average whilst at attention is cause for you to contact customer service and lodge a complaint. I certainly won’t win any awards for my appearance in a flaccid state either. But I’m the weird guy who thinks sex and sex organs are a very small part of what makes a person who they are. Feel free to spew the kind of venom you wouldn’t tolerate coming from a man about a woman. I’m sure guys who have insecurities brought on by your ruse and who’ve been poisoned by porn would be negatively impacted by your middle school level insults. Are you done yet? Can you grow up or at least act like it long enough to listen to reason and improve as a person?

    You are proving the problem with society was never men. It’s not the patriarchy. It’s people. Selfish, awful people. All it takes to expose them (you?) as such is a little power. Women were always at a disadvantage due to economics and testosterone. Now you think have an edge because dick denigration is acceptable. You get to be a heartless, abusive asshole too. You get to be superficial, vapid and cruel. Victory is yours. You showed them. Women like you have gotten a taste of what it’s like to really hurt someone or at least know that you can. And you like it. You like that you can hurt men with dick shaming. Now you’re no better than the chauvinistic men you hate. in fact, you’re exactly the same. Imagine a man publicly proclaiming that if you’ve got hideous, beefy curtains or weird looking breasts and that you should “miss me with that”. You’re the same as the men who mock you for “being fat or skinny” or mock your clitoris. The men who do that and dismiss possible partners because of it are low lifes. Decent guys have always known this. Get off your pedestal. You’re a low-life too.

    The author of this piece will likely get what she wants-and then realize it means nothing. She will have taken a pass on having something real with a good person, all in the name of “good sex”. She’s bought the lie that it’s the most important thing. She can say it’s not, and attempt to convince herself she’s not that shallow. But she’s on denial. Since the only issue is the size of his penis she has determined that’s the most important thing. She found someone on this godforsaken planet with whom she had a real connection and would have likely treated her well and she threw it away. She did him a favor. She doesn’t deserve him. She’ll get what she paid for.

    The reality is if you judge people by their sex organs then that’s the measure of you. You’re worth is limited to the value of the opening between your legs. Just like guys who mock women’s bodies are only worth what their penises can provide. What’s the value of your vagina? Is it for sale? It may as well be-you’ve declared the market open and set the currency. All we have to determine now is how you measure up. Perhaps we should hear from your past sexual partners and have them inform us of your imperfections. Again, you made the rules for this game. And in this game no one wins. It’s ugly. You’re just as hideous as they are.

    Perpetuating the wrongs of society just because you can makes you the same as the evil you decry. You’re not getting back at men or leveling the playing field. You’re just proving you’re a terrible person. And now you have no voice worth listening to when it comes to equality for women. You’ve chosen to get in the gutter with the worst of men. They are your peers, they are the ones with whom you are now equal. Have fun there, you and the fellas deserve each other.

  11. I truly hope you have a son in your future. I would love to hear your thoughts on how you would advise him if he had the misfortune of being born with a sub average penis. ” I’m sorry son you have no value to the opposite sex, your character, intelligence, honesty, integrity mean zero you are doomed to live your life loveless and all alone, ” oh well, my boy, sucks to be you! “- Mom

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