James and I started dating three months ago from Okcupid, and I could tell off the bat he was a quirky guy. Always cracking jokes, so cool with everyone, a nerdy programmer with an edge, yada yada yada. Honestly, into month two, I was like, I could totally see myself bringing him home to my parents. Personality-wise, we’re very similar: both extroverted, both liberal, both kind of chill but we do campaign stuff for Bernie and just generally have an awesome social life with good friends (we actually have a ton of common acquaintances too, which made things super easy). We both even work in academia.
But into month one, we finally had sex. Look, I’m not some size queen or whatever. I’m a curvier woman and average penises actually do wonders to me, so I don’t really feel I’m complaining when I say that Jim was a bit smaller than what I’m used to. The sex is… fine. It’s workable. He has a dad bod. He doesn’t really have an aggressive bone in his body, so it’s a lot of maneuvering, grunting on his part, some maneuvering again (lots of maneuvering), and then the grand finale (from him). I like moaning a bit to make him feel like a rock star, but I usually masturbate afterwards.