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Try using your powers of reconnaissance; stare sideways at a woman while you're talking to another man, and then, later, when you start up a conversation with her, look her in the eye while enjoying the mental picture of her breasts.This might all sound complicated, but it's really not.I am not always the best-looking or most sought-after girl at the party.But I always look appropriately festive, men tell me that I look nice, and if you ever spot someone waving a twenty at the bartender to get his attention...chances are that someone isn't me.I first realized I had big breasts when I was about 12, in, of all places, a fish market on Cape Cod.For years, the fishmonger had been showing my buxom aunt marked favoritism.Simple: as the very focal point of the entire world.
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The downside is that many potentially fascinating conversations get lost inside my plunging neckline.
For a while I tried wearing necklaces—I read in a women's magazine (a dubious source of information on any topic other than osteoporosis) that this would "draw the eye upward." Unfortunately, it merely provided an excuse for men's eyes to linger in this general area: "Hey, is that a necklace? " "England." "I've never been to England, but the longer I look at this necklace, you know, the more I feel I have." My advice, should you find yourself chatting with an amply endowed female, is to practice restraint.
Our breasts kind of have two—well, four—personalities. They're just part of my outfit, along with the right shoes, the right hose, the right earrings.
All of which, of course, means nothing when confronted with...
It's not that we mind you looking at our breasts; it's just that seeing you do it is creepy.