I received an e-mail today from a guy who, when taking out a well-endowed lady, made every effort to be the perfect gentleman and avoid even glancing at her chest. She, I'm quite sure, appreciated the gesture. In the end, however, she found it quite disconcerting that he was failing to take note of what she had obviously played up as her best feature. The moral of the story is: Guys, don't stare and make coarse remarks, but remember that we have probably spent a long time coming to terms with - and even loving - our boobs, and we like you to be as enamoured with them as we are! Or, at least
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