I don't know why. If you knew a guy that was bigger than your BF, wouldn't you leave him? I'm confused.
Originally, I thought this was a parody thread, and I thought you were a hilarious genius. Then I read the thread, and was sad.
Let me tell you a story.
The first time a man asked me to marry him, he was the man who had the biggest dick I had ever seen at the time. It was 10" long and 6" around. A little more than six years before that, a man with the biggest dick I'd even heard of (at that time) asked me to conceive a baby with him. I didn't even ask if that baby came with a marriage. I'm pretty sure it did, but that's not what was proposed. I declined the baby, and the man, and I never ended up marrying the other guy either. And I mean, I could have if I had still wanted to.
Fast forward. Because I lived in New York, my husband, who at the time was just a guy I had a crush on, decided to take a position in his job that would move him from California to Massachusetts, just to see if dating me could work. Just to see! Once he'd made that kind of commitment, even though we were not a couple, I called all of the men I'd been seeing, and broke up with them. Gave 'em all the "we can still be friends" speech. I meant it, and most of us stayed friends, but they all knew they were cut off from sex indefinitely. They all knew it was to explore the possibility of an exclusive relationship later that year.
One of them, with a huge dick proposed marriage. He proposed to me over the span of days. Over and over. It was almost like begging. I loved him, too. I just didn't think we could stay married forever, I hadn't been considering him to become my boyfriend at all for that reason, (and the fact that I wasn't sure how far I could trust him) and I was stunned that he wanted anything serious in the first place. At that time, I already knew my crush had a penis less than half the length of that of my would-be fiance. But I chose my crush anyway.
For the sake of honesty, there have been times when I needed to choose, and happened to chose the guy who had the bigger dick. But that was coincidence. On those occasions, the guy with the larger todger was the one who was right for what I was choosing. But let's be clear: I choose men, not penises. I choose whatever penis comes along with the man I choose.