today I am Carrie (Sex in the City, not crazy S. King lass)
My boyfriend has a breast obsession.
He loves them, sometimes a little too much, but.. you know... I've dealt with it... come to terms with it.
Until I see someone like the girl sitting opposite me on the tube tonight.
I mean... I am not an enormously endowed woman. There's a fair handful there, but I'm more of the perky mango variety than the watermelon type. Wonderbra or not, I will never have a cleavage you can stick a pen down and sign an autograph with. My comfort has always been the thought that at least mine are unlikely to saggily fall out of my bra and down to my waist no matter how old I am... but I can't help wondering , are they enough for a man like him?
They are definitely his favourite plaything, but does he really want more?
The girl sitting opposite me on the way home had the most fabulous cleavage poking out of her very flimsy accidentally/on purpose accentuating T-shirt and breasts so plump that everyone couldn't help but stare at them. And I thought... is my boyfriend really going to be satisfied with only having MY breasts for the rest of his life? Or is he going to long for some major squeezy moments every time he sees a girl like her...
The one time I went up a bra size from a hormonal blurgh he was absolutely ecstatic, so he must want them to be bigger. Do all guys like big breasts? Are they like girls... lying through our teeth every time we say that size doesn't matter? I mean, ok to a certain extent it's what you do with it, but everyone definitely has their minimum requirement.
Bizarrely enough, once this girl finally left the carriage, a guy took her place who had a noticeably huuuge...er... package. Made me remember how big is not always better at least as far as I'm concerned... but am now concerned that I may be turning into a bit of a perve.
He loves them, sometimes a little too much, but.. you know... I've dealt with it... come to terms with it.
Until I see someone like the girl sitting opposite me on the tube tonight.
I mean... I am not an enormously endowed woman. There's a fair handful there, but I'm more of the perky mango variety than the watermelon type. Wonderbra or not, I will never have a cleavage you can stick a pen down and sign an autograph with. My comfort has always been the thought that at least mine are unlikely to saggily fall out of my bra and down to my waist no matter how old I am... but I can't help wondering , are they enough for a man like him?
They are definitely his favourite plaything, but does he really want more?
The girl sitting opposite me on the way home had the most fabulous cleavage poking out of her very flimsy accidentally/on purpose accentuating T-shirt and breasts so plump that everyone couldn't help but stare at them. And I thought... is my boyfriend really going to be satisfied with only having MY breasts for the rest of his life? Or is he going to long for some major squeezy moments every time he sees a girl like her...
The one time I went up a bra size from a hormonal blurgh he was absolutely ecstatic, so he must want them to be bigger. Do all guys like big breasts? Are they like girls... lying through our teeth every time we say that size doesn't matter? I mean, ok to a certain extent it's what you do with it, but everyone definitely has their minimum requirement.
Bizarrely enough, once this girl finally left the carriage, a guy took her place who had a noticeably huuuge...er... package. Made me remember how big is not always better at least as far as I'm concerned... but am now concerned that I may be turning into a bit of a perve.
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