I told him he had a tiny penis.
Well, if you want to be precise, I actually told him that his junk probably couldn’t hit my sexual “spot”—which isn’t much better, I suppose.For the record, the equipment on my month-long friend-with-benefits was a perfectly acceptable size and shape. And yes, I knew exactly what I was doing when I blurted out my verbal castration. It probably wasn’t my brightest moment with the opposite sex. But this Matt Damon-esque hottie, who was by far the most attractive guy I had been involved with, had pissed me off so royally that the only suitable comeback was to attack his nether region. I knew that insulting his little soldier would be the ultimate ego-crusher for a guy who had boasted about his man-whorish past. Cut me some slack; I was angry. Read more …
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