He Said He Was ‘Small’ But I Didn’t Know How Small He Was Until I Saw it

So, at the talking stage, he told me he was looking for a lady who hadn’t been intimate before. I asked if he himself was “green,” and he said no, but all the women he had dated ended up leaving him because of his size.

I was like, “Oh really?”
“Yeah, that’s why I’m looking for a woman who hasn’t done it before. She’ll take me as I am.”

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I told him I didn’t mind because size didn’t matter. “Big or small, it can make babies, so no need to worry.”

I liked him because he was honest and genuine. He told crazy jokes that made me laugh, mostly about himself. The fact that he didn’t take himself seriously made me want to be with him. Plus, he was a generous man.

He wanted to dwell on the size thing to make me understand what I was signing up for, but I told him not to waste his time. “I admire a big heart, and you have it,” I told him. “Why should I let a good man go because of size?”

He retorted, “Herrh, you’re the real G.” I responded, “Thank you for being honest about yourself. It makes me honest too.”

The confidence I gave him made his insecurities go away. He could be himself with me so much that he wasn’t worried about appearing before me in his boxer shorts. I liked it. He was well-built for his frame. He said, “You see what I’m talking about?”

He showed me what was inside his boxers, and my heart sank. I didn’t know where the words came from when I said, “Oh, when you said it’s small, you meant *this* small?” He said, “Now you’ve seen it. That’s all I have.”

He reached out for a kiss, but I couldn’t take my mind off what I had just seen. “Is that all? A man this tall? Or did some sickness eat it from the inside?” I couldn’t help but think I could only hold it if I placed it between my thumb and index finger. Eiiish, there’s ‘small,’ and there’s ‘smaaal,’ but his is ‘smaaaaaal.’

I asked him, “Did I tell you I’m not a virgin?”
“Yeah, you did, but you said you won’t cheat, so it’s fine with me.”
“Oh, I’ll cheat. I lied. I’ll cheat, trust me,” I responded.

I’m a very honest and straightforward person, but my straightforwardness that day shocked me. It was automatic. Involuntary. I just didn’t want to see that again. He said, “Thank you for being honest,” and we parted. I got home and realized my mistake. I was too blunt and insensitive in the way I handled things, so I decided to call and apologize.

He didn’t pick up my calls and went ahead to block my number. I felt so bad knowing I’d hurt his feelings. I’ve sent him a message. I don’t know if he read it.

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Kwame Mighty, if you’re reading this, or when you come across this story, it’s me saying I’m sorry for the way I handled things. I was a fool. I’m an idiot for saying it the way I did. All hope is not lost. You’ll find your size, someone who won’t cheat, and I want to let you know that I’m here praying for you. God will drop your kind of woman right in front of you someday. Continue being an awesome person.

—Abigail

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