May 10, 2008 12:00 AM by Rich Santos | 100 Views, COMMENTS
Boobs are an enigma to me.
Am I attracted to girls
with big boobs or small boobs?
I think the majority of
guys work the way my friend Bryan works:
We were walking down
Broadway together enjoying pleasant conversation. After finishing a long story, I turned to Bryan to look at
him but he was gone. I had walked
several feet after losing him. I
turned around to see him half a block behind me, staring at a storefront
display, entranced. He beckoned
me:
“Rich! Rich! You have to come see this! Look how big the boobs are on this
mannequin!”
To make matters worse, it
happened to be a headless mannequin—not even a face to give it any personality.

So a lot of guys are happy
with a pair of nice floating boobs attached to nothing. Perhaps they are so taken by boobs that
when they look at a girl, the rest of her disappear.
I’m finally coming
around. Big boobs don’t strike
fear in me the way they once did. I just used to think of it simply: if they are bigger, there’s more to satisfy, so it might be more
difficult to make her happy.
If that’s the case then
bra sizes are like the levels from the minors to the majors in baseball:
Size
A = A Farm Team
Size B = AA Farm Team
Size C = AAA Farm Team
Size D = Major League Team
Do the boobs get more
difficult to satisfy, just like the pitching gets tougher to hit as you move up
through the minors and into the majors? Big boobs make it even more overwhelming: I am trying to satisfy this girl, and she has big boobs.
I figured if I educated
myself on boobs, maybe they wouldn’t be so intimidating. I learned that that first number—you
know, the “34” or whatever—is actually not just the measurement of the actual
boobs (I used to think that number maybe referred to the volume of the boobs or
something—like that cone volume formula we learned in math: cone volume =1/3 x pi x radius2 x
height).

I learned that there is an
E that is the same as DD and an F that is the same as DDD—kind of like E Flat
(honestly, no pun intended) is the same as D sharp, for all you music lovers
out there. I learned that bra
sizes go all the way up to L! I finally learned how to calculate bra size:
Measure frame (the area
under the boobs all the way around—I didn’t even know this was involved)
Measure around chest—bust
(now this I knew was involved)
Cup Size = Bust Size –
Frame Size
At least it’s simpler than
that cone volume formula.
So, where does this leave
us? Basically, I’m still
confused. Add into the equation
these new bras that are out there that never were around when I was
younger. These pushup, or
wonderbras are just not fair. They
make every girl’s boobs look amazing. So what happens if I’m lucky enough to bring a girl home, and brave
enough to take her bra off? They
suddenly don’t look like they once did! Wonderbras are no different than the fine print on cell phone contracts:
“If you try to end this
contract early, we’ll charge you $250!”
It’s a tough world out
there. But us guys will always be
intrigued by boobs because we just don’t get understand them. In that sense, they are a miracle.
They are especially
effective on us when we see just the cleavage and top of them. It drives us crazy. That amazing line that cleavage creates
that disappears in shadow into a shirt makes every guy’s head spin. Effectively advertised boobs show just
enough to get a guy’s attention and get his head spinning. I’ve always been put off when they seem
to be hanging out too much: wardrobe malfunction.
So keep us guessing with
boobs. It will keep us wanting
more, and wanting to figure it all out.
And, in all honesty, boob
size is not a priority for me. I
just look for a great girl—and if she happens to have big boobs, it’s an added
bonus.
What are your thoughts?
Do you feel pressure to
have perfect boobs? Have you ever used your boobs to get attention? Do you ever get stuck with guys who
care too much about your boobs and not enough about the rest of you? Do you find that most guys are just
clueless about boobs like me?
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