Well, here's something for you.
Growing up, I have almost always been awkward with the opposite sex. On the one hand, in my teenage years, I definitely embodied much of what could be considered "geek." I didn't work out, play sports, or have a worthwhile body; I stayed skinny and stuck to my academics because they were my strong suit. That's not to say I didn't have my fair share of girlfriends, but I wouldn't say my "fair share" (in reality, only a few) could hold in comparison with my jockish and more popular counterparts.
So I got laid around the time of my graduation, and seriously... it was fun, but it wasn't the most momentous and awe-inspiring experience of my life. It felt very much like my playboy of an older brother and popular media would describe: warm like apple pie, awkward, and maybe a bit too fleeting. Since then, I have been somewhat sexually active; though I hardly go out hunting for sex (really, it's such an unnatural thing for me -- this whole "hookup" business), I like what I can get, when I can get it.
Four college Spring Breaks later, certainly my life isn't the stuff you would find on an MTV special.
To everyone who's stated that dick size and libido really don't much to do with each other: right on. I can sympathize with Hapi simply because men inundated with sexual morés of Western culture, they expect and conform to notions that, yes, they have to stalk women down and succeed in landing them into the bed. To everyone else, so what? Not to scare anyone, but I would definitely agree that with all the scary shit going on out there -- STDs, unwanted pregnancies, AIDS -- maybe I'm none the worse for wear in being a little focused on my priorities than my dick.
(My hand hardly fails to disappoint. And hell, it's a tradition: my mom's a spinster!)