My penis is pretty small. There’s no point denying it so I might as well make fun of it. I unfortunately don’t have many other ways to have fun with it. For the longest time, I had no idea how long (short) my dick was. I knew it wasn’t big, but I didn’t know if it was just smaller than average or if it was world record small. I’m not good at eyeballing lengths since I don’t measure things in inches and cm on a regular basis. As a digital artist, I can eyeball lengths in pixels but it would be terribly sad to measure my dick in pixels.
Having a small penis is undesirable for women and I wonder if I’m never going to get a chance to reproduce because of its unattractiveness. I sometimes blame my genetically small penis for not being able to get laid. However, I’m self-conscious enough to know that that is not a legitimate excuse. That would only be a legitimate excuse if girls constantly run away from me as soon as they see how small my penis is. That has never happened. I can’t even get to the point where a girl would see my penis which proves the illegitimacy of that excuse.
Another excuse I often use to not talk to girls is that bars and clubs are too loud and you can’t carry out a conversation in such environment. Once again, that is not a legitimate excuse. If it were true, I would be talking to girls in all other scenarios but I’ve had plenty of chances to talk to girls without loud music and I let each and every one of those opportunities slip away.
There’s a chance I may never get laid again. There’s a chance I’ll never get to reproduce. Natural selection is going to deselect me but it wouldn’t be because of my penis size. I simply suck at all areas of dating.
Someone went through my blog and read tens of entries a couple days ago. I wonder who it was and what he/she thought. Whether it was silly, stupid, or interesting, something seemed to hold their attention. I wish people leave comments more often. The people I want to hear from most are usually people wise enough not to comment just for the sake of commenting. I’m not shitting on any of my existing commenters though. Surprisingly, I get pretty much all quality comments but I see the internet and other blogs constantly filled with pointless comments.
I just want someone to speak up, anyone. I give credit to all who’ve spoken out to me but I’ve tired them out, understandably so. Might as well speak to me while I’m still around. Not that I’m necessarily dying anytime soon, but I would easily abandon blogging if I don’t see enough activity.
Speaking of someone, someone apparently was somewhat interested in me today, at least briefly. It was an older lady at a bar, probably in her 30s. I went to a bar with some friends, female friends who I don’t normally talk to. We’re like drinking buddies except I rarely drink. Apparently they saw that lady sitting next to me looking me up and down. I was too depressed and unmotivated to do anything. There was also loud music which makes conversation impossible so attempting would’ve simply been futile. I don’t get how people can bother trying to talk in these places. I just sat silently. She said something to me but I couldn’t hear her so I just smiled. A little while later, some dude just comes and starts making out with her. I assumed he was her boyfriend. Further evidence suggests that they were actually probably strangers. I can’t compete with that kind of behavior though. I refuse to. The girl wasn’t very attractive but she could’ve had me if she made a move. I would take anyone at this point. Not a very attractive thing for me to say, but it’s true. But she got that guy anyway so I wasn’t needed… once again… Good for her though.