A few times now I've been caught in some (usually half-drunken) conversation with a woman where, for one reason or another, the topic of size of will come up. I never know exactly how to respond to it since, on the one hand I don't want to come off like some smug bastard whereas at the same time, I'm not exactly keen to leave the wrong impression either. On the odd rare occasion, whether she has any reason to believe so or not, I've been asked straight-out whether or not I'm big and I really don't have any idea what a smooth response to that would be. I was at a party over the weekend and after a couple bottle of cheap white wine and a flattering word from a housemate, this Australian girl suddenly started asking me all these questions about how big it was, how big she bet it was and everything else designed to embarrass me I'm guessing. I just kinda laughed at the time, though in hindsight I wish I'd been a hell of a lot smoother about it. Awkwardness is my default setting, apparently.