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Well said, avsfan69 :redface:
Anton, you've got to ask yourself where the problem lies:
a) The fact that your girlfriend has had sex with guys with bigger dicks than yours
b) You're worried that your girlfriend is constantly comparing you with to other, bigger guys
If its (a), then well, you know the answer - GET OVER IT
If its (b), then TALK TO HER. Tell her that it makes you feel insecure when she compares you to other guys.
Quick homostory:
My b/f has a considerably bigger dick than mine. With past b/fs, I'd always been the bigger dude, and now the tables had turned. I quickly became self-conscious about our size difference - is he thinking that I'm small? too small? I started making quips about his "ginormous" penis, about how it bounced around like pendulum when he walked, "bananadick", "firehose", "donkeydick" and on and on... Fortunately, I realized fairly quickly how much of a prick I was being, and how bad I was making him feel. We sat down and talked about it; I appologized and explained my own insecurity. We talked it out and, well, blah blah blah, mushyness, and so on... we lived happily everafter(*).
(*) Well, everafter has yet to come, but its going pretty damned well, thank you very much
Anton, you've got to ask yourself where the problem lies:
a) The fact that your girlfriend has had sex with guys with bigger dicks than yours
b) You're worried that your girlfriend is constantly comparing you with to other, bigger guys
If its (a), then well, you know the answer - GET OVER IT
If its (b), then TALK TO HER. Tell her that it makes you feel insecure when she compares you to other guys.
Quick homostory:
My b/f has a considerably bigger dick than mine. With past b/fs, I'd always been the bigger dude, and now the tables had turned. I quickly became self-conscious about our size difference - is he thinking that I'm small? too small? I started making quips about his "ginormous" penis, about how it bounced around like pendulum when he walked, "bananadick", "firehose", "donkeydick" and on and on... Fortunately, I realized fairly quickly how much of a prick I was being, and how bad I was making him feel. We sat down and talked about it; I appologized and explained my own insecurity. We talked it out and, well, blah blah blah, mushyness, and so on... we lived happily everafter(*).
(*) Well, everafter has yet to come, but its going pretty damned well, thank you very much