This affliction means that the currently-fashionable hate-bonk is something I'll never experience. A pity-bonk is out of the question too, because of my freakish desire for rapport with a woman. Okay, I did once have sex with a grossly obese plain woman with no personality, but that was for a dare-bonk when I was young and reckless, and my banana disappeared to its full length without actually penetrating, so technically it doesn't count.
Let's do the math to calculate the enormity of my dysfunction. There's just over 3 billion women in the world, half the world population of 6,446,131,400 (source:CIA), and I'm physically attracted to about 10% of them. And if I got to know those 10% I would only like about 10% of them very much as people. That means that there are 3,190,835,000 women with whom I'd have a mushy banana. Oh, the humiliation! If I was a real man I could service any woman on demand, without even thinking about it.
It so happens that my partner is one of the remaining 32 million women in the world that I like and fancy. What luck!
Acknowledgement - Photoshop idea inspired by jaxe
PS - I knew a man once who had 5 willies. His underpants fitted like a glove.
