The Importance of Size

I first knew "size mattered" in high school. I would overhear boys talking, nay, bragging, about their sizes. And at the time, I thought that size mattered. I had not yet had sex or seen a real penis yet, and well, I was a bit scared of a larger size.

In college, my girlfriends and I would talk about boyfriends and dates, and we would talk about size. A lot. Late at night, over pizza, we would talk, nay, giggle over size.

But, you know, if I would have plotted penis size by arousal level, I am not sure that the two dimensions would be positively correlated (I picked that up from Numb3rs). And my friends noticed, as I did. We thought, perhaps, that smaller size meant the boy would "try harder." Not sure that was the case.

I never did think much about the size of my sexual organs. Women have different sizes, too, and I guess, because I was interested in men, I sort of glossed over that obvious fact.

That is, until I met Emma. Emma was a friend of mine I met years and years ago, through church. We got to be fast friends, and we talked about a lot of things. We did not, however, talk about sex. Not really. Until she was getting a divorce.

Turns out, she has a medical condition. She did not even know it was a medical condition, actually. She just thought that's how she is. She was a very private person, but because of the looming divorce, she had to talk to someone.

I don't want to get too graphic here, but her sex organ was not fully developed. In a sense, she was a grown woman in a girl's body. I can't even imagine that. It actually blows my mind that neither Emma nor her husband knew there was a problem "down there." They were married for years, and they did not have sex because of her problem. Why doesn't someone go to the doctor for this? And had this woman never had a pap smear?

So sometimes size does matter, I guess. I never felt that I got the whole story, though, from Emma. It just seems too bizarre.