Abraham Lincoln. He seemingly fits the same body type as my boyfriend when I first met him. Tall, lanky, no ass (totally guessing old honest Abe had a flat butt too), big Sasquatch feet and hands, and of course huge hanging man junk. Has those long fingers that can palm a basketball, or in Abe's day, a pumpkin. Every appendage coming off my boyfriend's once lean frame is exaggerated as if the genetic powers that be stretched them out like Silly Putty. Even his balls hang low, like two eggs in a silk pouch.
Alas, the Lincoln lurching tower he once was is no more. Couple years ago he started drinking those weight gain shakes and working out and filled in considerably and is comparatively body wise more of a college football tight end these days. Unfortunately his ego also inflated with his bulk up and now he thinks he's the shit, parading around our apartment like some shirtless muscle headed big shot. Bit of a downside but something I'm willing to live with especially when I'm wrapping myself around those delicious aforementioned muscles. Add, he's finally got an ass I can grab. That right there is worth the price of catching the narcissistic ape flexing in the mirror.
So yeah, Lincoln. Bet he had enormous junk that hung halfway down his thigh, could beat a rug out with it. That stovepipe hat he wore was just advertisement on the top of his head, said, "I'm gonna rock your world, ma'am." Probably the reason his wife Mary Todd went nuts. Couldn't take the big "D" anymore.
Just did a bit of research, Abe was 6'4" and Mary was 5'2". This is completely in line with what I've been saying, I'm 5'1" and my boyfriend is 6'3". I'm also a firm believer that big hands and feet, long fingers, are a potential indicator of dick size. Certainly by no means carved in stone but if you want to increase your odds take a good look at the length of other parts of a guy's body, play the percentages so to speak. There's a reason no size queen is going to pass up a giant NBA center to get with a boyish Kentucky Derby jockey (I do believe I've just reached the acceptable limit of sports references in this post).
Anyway, me, I'm taking the guy blessed with the horse not the little guy riding one. Giddy-up Abe.