No woman ever walked away from you thinking, “I might regret this.”
They walked away relieved they wouldn’t have to keep lying to themselves about your tiny dick.
You weren’t cursed with bad luck. You were simply issued a body that never backed up the fantasy in your head. That gap between expectation and reality is where your shame lives.
You don’t fantasize about being humiliated because it’s shocking, you fantasize about it because it finally explains why you were never chosen without anyone lying to you.
