Girl was hospitalized
Last night, I used my girlfriend’s phone and saw an open article titled “Blowjob tips for small penises.” I laughed it off at first, thinking it was meant to improve our sex life. But later, I felt deeply insecure.
When I asked if she thought I was small, she said, “You said it yourself, you’re on the smaller side.” Then admitted I was the smallest she’d been with—but “the best.” Still, it stung. I’m 5.5″ with decent girth, but my tall, broad build makes it look smaller, which has always made me self-conscious.
We had a good night overall, but I couldn’t shake the feeling. This morning, I still felt distant and explained it to her. She apologized, but I’m struggling to move past it.
UPDATE:
Thanks for the support. We ended things in February—unrelated to this—but on good terms. I’ve worked on myself, gone to therapy, hit the gym, and feel better than ever. I’m in a good place now and hopeful for the future.
The Day a Little Stray Cat Led Me to an Unforgettable Discovery
How a Stray Cat Changed Five Lives in a Single Morning
Some mornings feel ordinary, predictable—a cup of coffee, a rushed commute, the same streets filled with familiar faces. But occasionally, life intervenes in the quietest moments, reminding us that extraordinary encounters can emerge from the mundane.
For me, that morning came with the unexpected arrival of a small stray cat, whose courage and trust would ripple across five lives—hers, her kittens’, and my own.
A Chance Meeting
It was barely sunrise when I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye. Between parked cars, a tiny calico appeared, a delicate patchwork of orange, black, and white.
Unlike other strays I’d seen, she didn’t dart away. Instead, she leapt onto the hood of my car and stared at me with unwavering amber eyes, as if silently issuing a plea I couldn’t yet understand.
I paused, heart pounding, setting my coffee down. She rubbed her head against the windshield, letting out a soft meow that felt urgent rather than plaintive. Hesitant, I extended a hand—and to my surprise, she leaned in, purring, inviting trust. Then she turned and began walking with deliberate purpose, frequently glancing back to ensure I followed.
A Secret Refuge
I trailed her through alleyways and hidden streets I’d never noticed. After ten minutes, she led me to a small patch of overgrown grass behind a grocery store, tucked between discarded boxes and broken concrete.
There, four tiny kittens nestled together, their eyes barely open, tiny bodies trembling for warmth. The calico—later named Calypso—nuzzled each one, looking at me as though asking, Will you help us?
I didn’t hesitate. I ran home, grabbed a pet carrier, and returned. One by one, the kittens were placed safely inside while Calypso observed, patient and vigilant, her trust complete. The ride home was filled with soft mews and tiny, hopeful eyes.
