in the midst of a passionate session of lovemaking with my casual sex partner andrew, i came to the conclusion that size does matter. who are we kidding, girls? must we continue to flatter and, therefore, lie to our beaus about the importance of the girth, diameter, length, and tilt of that most memorable of members? i am ready to cease the charade that i have allowed myself to perpetuate with my partner rob. i will no longer allow him to believe that his 3 inch erect penis is enough to satisfy this raging lust which burns within me. i will be direct in my honesty and lay him aside when it comes to matters of the flesh. to those of you who might find fault with my decision, i implore you to consider this: what would you do with something that looks like a peppermint-flavored tic-tac resting atop two dusty mothballs?