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Let's be real for a minute. I’m tired of pretending that size doesn’t matter. It absolutely does, and it’s time we start being honest about it. Sex is supposed to be pleasurable for both people involved, not just the guy. If I’m going to invest my time and energy into someone, I deserve to know what I’m getting into, literally. I think it should be completely normal for women to ask to measure a guy before we have sex for the first time. Why shouldn't we? Men get to see our bodies, judge our curves, our shape, everything. But when it comes to their equipment, it’s suddenly off-limits? That’s a double standard if I’ve ever heard one. If a man isn’t willing to let me check if he meets the minimum requirements, then he’s not confident in what he has to offer, and honestly, that says enough right there. Let's get specific about what that minimum should be. I'm thinking at least six inches, enough to actually do something, you know? Not some monster dick from a porno, but enough to reach deep and make it worth both our while. Anything less just doesn't cut it; it’s like trying to scratch an itch through a winter coat. It might tease, but it never satisfies. And if he can't meet that, then honestly, why waste the effort? Better to save us both the disappointment and find someone who can actually deliver. This isn't about shaming anyone; it's about setting standards. We do it with everything else in life, jobs, relationships, even which groceries we buy. Why should sex be any different? If a guy doesn't meet the mark, it doesn't make him a bad person, it just means we aren't sexually compatible. And that's okay! Better to find out before clothes come off than after, when disappointment has already settled in. So yeah, I'm putting my foot down. From now on, if a man wants to sleep with me, he better be ready to prove he's worth my time. Because my pleasure matters too, and I refuse to settle for less ever again.