I recently went on several dates with a guy I met on a dating site. (He's in an open marriage; I'm in an open relationship with my boyfriend.) From the get-go, I was really impressed by him: good politics, good dresser, PhD student, funny and handsome. Our first two dates went really well. On our third date, we talked into the night, cuddled, and then hooked up the next morning. Unfortunately, he prematurely ejaculated, so the blow job lasted all of about thirty seconds - and he pulled out of my mouth and came on his stomach, which I found disappointing. I tried not to make a big deal about the PE, though - after all, I thought we'd have plenty more chances to get it right. We scheduled another date. I was dealing with some personal stuff that evening and showed up a bit late (well...an hour and a half), which I admit was lame. We took a walk, grabbed some dessert, and headed back to his house where he played music for me and we chatted for a few hours. At a certain point, he said that he was getting really tired and that I was welcome to join him in his room. The vibe throughout the night had been decidedly un-flirtatious, so I wasn't feeling particularly horny, and any discouragement was enough to keep me from trying again - remembering our lackluster first encounter, I told him that I'd love to sleep over, but would prefer to wait until he had a bit more energy. I then headed home. Some time passed; we e-mailed about a few odds and ends (he'd lent me some computer equipment) and he invited me to a group party. I was getting the sense that there wasn't going to be another date. Finally I e-mailed him and asked directly what was going on. His response really surprised me. He told me that I made him feel too "insecure and self-conscious" for him to feel sexy or playful - he gave me a short list of reasons for this, but the very first thing he mentioned was "I worry that you think my dick is too small." The only mention I ever made about being into big cocks, mind you, was in my profile on the site where we met - in which I basically say "if you happen to be ridiculously hung, that's a nice bonus". I hardly went on at length about (or even mentioned) how much I love huge dicks on our dates, and I certainly was nothing but complimentary towards his (which was, admittedly, on the smaller side of average). He told me that he found me "totally hot", and we got along really well and shared many common interests and ideals, so I'm inclined to think that it either comes down to him feeling too sheepish about the PE to try again or that he's really just so hung up on my size fetish that he'll never be able to feel comfortable with me. I really liked this guy, and his endowment certainly didn't change that, but it seems like knowing that I love the big ones was too much for his ego to handle - or maybe he's just a total liar and there was something else going on, but judging by the rest of our interactions I don't think this is the case. Mind you, my boyfriend's not particularly hung - average length, slightly above average girth - and he has very little problem with my size fetish. He likes watching me get stretched by giant dildos, and we fantasize about group sex with hung guys. Part of his accomodating nature undoubtedly has to do with the fact that he's slightly bisexual, but his interest in guys is minor enough that I'm inclined to think there's more to it than that. He's confident enough to realize that at the end of the day, his love, charisma, enthusiasm, and the way he talks to me are ultimately a lot more compelling than a massive penis - and that while I still may fantasize about massive penises anyway, he and I can find ways to make that desire hot, and I can still pursue sanctioned flings with hung guys extra-relationally. I guess I can relate to the date's feelings of insecurity, because I usually lose interest in a guy as soon as I realize he has a preference for big breasts, but the whole situation made me really sad. I haven't had a crush like that on someone local and available in awhile, and it's really too bad that I didn't have a chance to enjoy some fun with him exactly the way he was. It made me reconsider being so open about my love of size, but I feel like that would be a pity - I do enjoy endowed guys, and want to especially encourage them, but not to the exclusion of someone totally amazing and brilliant who's not packing down below. He admitted that his response probably said more about him than it did about me, but it didn't change the fact that knowledge of my preferences ruined his ability to feel comfortable with me, which is too bad. Has anyone had a similar experience?