I think it was the locker room during middle school that made men insecure about their thangs. When I was growing up, we didn't have the Internet. Then, we had magazines, if we could find them, and there weren't a lot of men displayed in those magazines. Those were a whole other type of magazine. I went to clothing-optional hot springs and this guy about a foot smaller sat next to me and he was blessed with a "Doctor Zhivago." (I made that up, but I think you know what I mean.) Anyway, he had the kind of penis that would make one question his ability to run away in an emergency. He was not particularly handsome as far as men go. Then, his absolutely gorgeous girlfriend came and sat between us. At best, I am a grower. That guy was a show, an entire Ringling, Barnum, and Bailey Circus including the lights and lions, even the concessioners moving about the crowd selling popcorn and peanuts. That was a little intimidating to say the least. I think I went swimming after that.