I never got this. I’ve never measured it, I have no idea what the size is. I also have no idea how big my ears are, my hands, my fingers, my fore arms, my neck. I know how long my legs are, but that has a usefull purpose. So what’s the deal with dicks? Why do guys measure them? Why is that so important? What drives a man to find out the exact size? What drives him to share it with other people.
If someone asked me how long my neck was, I’d tell them, none of your business FREAK. Yet, people have no problem saying (or lying) about their penis size.
I’m with you on this one. I could care less about the size of mine as long as I can see it and the damn thing functions. If you ask me it’s all about the guys needing to be more macho than other guy by proclaiming HA! my manhood is bigger than yours that makes me better than you. Yeah I can see where the extra mass from your body that should be in your brain went to.
Or some guys don’t measure… just at some point a woman they are with does and tells him.
I would guess the major impetus is the same one that drives men to want to know the size of a woman’s breasts. (when we all know it’s not the size, it’s how sensitive they are that’s really interesting)
Just want to chime in here with Oldie by saying that I don’t get it either. I mean, I could give you a sight measurement, but all in all, I look at the little guy in the shower or something, just minding his own business, and think, I don’t need any more humiliation in my life by actually knowing a size measurement.
Like I’d put it on my business card or something:
Stephen K. Watkins
Programmer/Developer
Phone: (334) 678-5555
Fax: (334) 678-5556
Penis: 5.5’
I think it is, in some ways, a male bonding thing. years ago, a group of guys I hung out with all measured their own and named each others. We then called wach other by our penis’s names. There was Pee-Wee, Lefty, Shar-Pei, Sampson, and you have to ask REALLY nicely to find out what I was called.
It’s no stranger than “crossing streams,” which is a VERY important male bonding ritual.
I think the fixation with measurement has something to do with the height sign at the big-boy rides at the carnival. There is a waiting period for adolescents to get to the big time, and any quantitative benchmark is obsessed over.
Dodgy, “curiosity killed the cat (the satisfaction brought him back)”. You may help me measure anytime
I measured it because I was curious. The first time my g/f saw it she said “wow”. (And it wasn’t sarcastic either). Talk about ego boost. I just had to know the exact length.
