Hermeneutic Relativity of the phrase 'Size doesn't matter'
Hello Redditors
I had something of a minor epiphany today. We've all heard (and many are sick of hearing it asked): "Size doesn't matter", often stated by women, and it seems almost always stated honestly. As an average bloke, and one who was dumped by an avowed size queen decades ago, I've always just shrugged my shoulders and not bothered engaging; there's nothing to be gained by trying to argue the point.
So today's revelation! Please CMV if I have completely messed this up. I kind of hope I'm completely wrong about this. In fact have I previously completely missed this assertion, which almost everyone else already realises?
So here's the insight I've been missing all this time:
When almost all women say "Size doesn't matter", they aren't saying there is no difference in sexual enjoyment between playing with an average sized cock vs a cock that is (eg) a standard deviation larger in length and girth. They're saying that they don't care if Harry Horsecock, the bloke they used to fuck is way better than Johnny Average. The fact that Johnny is crap compared to Harry "doesn't matter".
The quality of the relationship matters (and so it should), but Johnny's shortcomings compared to Harry's immense magnificence has no bearing on how much value she puts on the relationship in toto. Until the kids leave home for university, and Johnny is told she wants an open marriage so she can fuck her tennis coach, or something like that.
Sorry for the cynicism. And sorry if this has torn the band-aid off some raw wounds.