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I'm obsessed with breasts not based on size, but rather because it's that wonderful meeting of innate sexual urges and cultural wonder/taboo. They're fucking awesome, big ones, little ones, lean ones, sideways ones, pointy ones, fluffy ones, etc. etc. They're astounding. I know women can be obsessed about how they look, but I highly doubt they'd go to the lengths men go to in order to see or feel breasts. In part, breasts are a big part (tee hee) of why men get jobs, get in shape, learn to cook, develop socially laudable chivalry-related skills, and all that jazz.
That's not to say we don't really love women's personalities, their likes and dislikes, their opinions, their fears, hopes and dreams, and other more deep attributes. It's just lucky for us that attached to the deep, meaningful, wonderful person are a pair of lovely breasts. They're the ultimate icing.
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