Size obsessed ex-gf
Measuring myself was never a concern in my younger years, I know I was bigger than most, but never had a number on it, at the time I didn’t care to know. Enter this girl, M. 22 (at the time) 5’2, thicc dump truck of an ass, brown hair, brown eyes, 36DDD. We met on an online dating app (I work offshore and meeting people was not easy with the limited time I had at home). I am 6’ even, 270, brown hair, brown eyes, nothing special to look at…. Our first date was at a decent mid-level Italian place on Long Island (mid-level on LI is top tier in the rest of the country). After ordering drinks, apps and dinner, I excuse myself to use the restroom. It is a single person restroom, and before I can close the door behind me, she puts her foot down and blocks the door from closing all the way.
She comes in, closes and locks the door behind her, and reaches in to her purse, pulling out a measuring tape (the soft kind that tailors use). She looks at me, tells me to take my dick out and get it hard, and then says “if its under 7”, this date is over.”