Ok, now for the real confession.
What’s worse? A guy that has wonderful skills in the bedroom, but has an average size penis or a guy that has average skills in the bedroom, but has a wonderfully large, but not too large penis? How do you choose between the two?
Sorry guys, but size matters. Once I saw a penis that was so large that it scared me to the point that I cut the date short and never saw the guy again. Too bad too, because he was a very cool, creative, nice guy, but just the thought of that thing going anywhere near my pussy scared the hell out of me.
So until I can figure out the answer to the questions above, I guess I sort of have two boyfriends for now. Besides probably being a borderline sex addict, I just can’t seem to give up either of them. They both have their pros and cons. Maybe I need to make a list of each, on a spreadsheet. I love spreadsheets.
My other confession is that I had a dream last night that was kind of confusing and awesome at the same time. I dreamed that I was getting into the car with my mom to go somewhere. We were leaving a house, but I’m not sure whose house. As we were about to leave a man walks up to the garage. Here’s where it gets good. He was tall with wavy black hair and he was wearing combat boots, a black t-shirt and a kilt, yes, a kilt. The thing that I remembered most when I woke up, the absolute perfectly detailed picture in my mind, was of his legs. They were like tree trunks. They were huge and beautiful with chiseled muscles and a just a little hairy. He looked like a Scottish god standing there in front of the garage, but who was this gorgeous man? As my mom and I sat in the car watching him, she said, “Now see, that’s what you need.” No truer words were ever spoken. Unfortunately I woke up just after she said that and never got to find out who the hunk in the kilt was.