When you're looking at our boobs, we can tell.
Even when you think you're being sneaky about it, we can still tell.
And when you're not sneaky about it, we can really tell. A couple of you out don't even try to hide it. A few months ago, a peer of mine had a conversation with my crossed arms (guess what they were crossed over?) for twenty minutes. Never once looked up.
Really, dude?
This morning, Beau dropped an article on my desk (he got it from the Internet, so it MUST be true). It states that when men stare at women's breasts, they're improving their cardiovascular systems, lowering blood pressure, and adding years to their lives!
My investigatory bent got the best of me, and, alas, I had to burst his bubble.
Again, fellas, we can tell. :)
There are very few things in this life that are just good, just positive without the infamous "downside." I attest that breasts are perhaps the best example in this rare category. They are utterly feminine (apologies to Cecil, the overweight newspaper reporter I know who has a fine rack, himself) and, when shared WILLINGLY by a woman a man cares for, there is nothing better.
ReplyDeleteThat being said, I must apologize for my brethren in the male gender, and for myself, for our poor taste and bad habit, making something lurid from something just good. We are snakes sometimes.
A wonderful professor of mine once warned a dear friend of mine, (roughly) "Take it from a man who has victimized women: do not be victimized," (especially from a young man wearing pleated trousers). Good advice, Mister Frank!
Which begs the question, "Why do women wear sexy uncomfortable shoes?" We don't see them .
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry, were you saying something? I was busy looking at something else...
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