Plan9

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Sugarmouse

I don't care .. Let em look if they want.If they don't look I worry.

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Plan9

But how do you know they're looking?

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Baraka_Guru

The trick for women, I think, is to make it appear as though they don't know men are looking. Kinda like how the trick with makeup (for some) is to make it look as though you aren't wearing any.

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Knowing that death is certain and that the time of death is uncertain, what's the most important thing?
—Bhikkhuni Pema Chödrön

Humankind cannot bear very much reality.
—From "Burnt Norton," Four Quartets (1936), T. S. Eliot

Plan9

Yeah, I know... I just wanted to hear 'em say it.

*screaming estrogen timebomb goes off*

"WE NEED YOU TO LOOK... IF YOU DON'T LOOK AND OUR GIRLFRIENDS DON'T COMPLIMENT US... WE FALL APART. OH, THE VANITY OF IT ALL!"

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girldetective

Sure dude, take a peek. And feel free to fondle along the plane as you pass by.

Shaindra

They're mine. I can show them if I want to.

Plan9

Don't make me push my man-boobs together. I'll do it.

...

See the problem with showcasing "the goods" like that out in public is that I'm going to go off into a male mammary-quest tangent like Indiana Jones and the Temple of Boob. Based on the available visual map shown above, I'm going to attempt to determine overall breast size, nipple size, nipple color, nipple flavor, what they might look like with Sharpie smiley faces, bead exchange rate for the 2009 Mardi Gras get-together, etc. Every man does this and it's all for science's sake.

See, we don't stare because we're lustful creatures, no-no, we stare because we're curious and just trying to figure out your exposed biological entities.

Yeah, that.

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Baraka_Guru

Hee, hee....you said "entities"....

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Knowing that death is certain and that the time of death is uncertain, what's the most important thing?
—Bhikkhuni Pema Chödrön

Humankind cannot bear very much reality.
—From "Burnt Norton," Four Quartets (1936), T. S. Eliot

Plan9

Heh-heh... shut up, Beavis_Guru!

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Baraka_Guru

Heh heh heh....you shut up.... Butthead. You're just jealous because she was checking me out instead of you.





*Notes the effect of cleavage on the male brain.*

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Knowing that death is certain and that the time of death is uncertain, what's the most important thing?
—Bhikkhuni Pema Chödrön

Humankind cannot bear very much reality.
—From "Burnt Norton," Four Quartets (1936), T. S. Eliot

Shaindra

For the record, my overall breast size is 36D. Nipples are about average size, but thanks to extended breastfeeding, they are very sticky-outy "t-shirt" nipples. Hence, I wear padded bras to keep 'em contained...most of the time. Nipple color is pantone PMS 181. Flavor varies, but my kid said it tasted like "ice cream". Havne't tried the Sharpie thing, but there's always time. And the last time I flashed 'em, I got all the beads I needed for the entirity of Mardi Gras.

There, that ought to free up enough of your brainpower to cure cancer. ;-)

Willravel

...huh.... cancer... uh sure...

Wyodiver33

Shaindra, you mentioned showing them, please do.

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Plan9

Pfft, h'okay. I'm completely in control. I got a smooth spot like a Ken Doll.

You can't distract me with such simple devices. They're not even shiny!

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Leto

Hehe, and we had t-shirts printed that had the phrase:

"Subduction leads to Orogony" on them. Yes we were geo-geeks. / end threadjack.

levite

I got the crap lectured out of me by a very bosomy Women's Studies major in college, who caught me giving her cleavage the eye. From then on, I made it a point when talking to a woman never to let my eyes drift below mouth level. Until years later, when I was teaching with a very nice woman who had huge, mondo, giganto-boobs, that gave her cleavage like the Marianas Trench. I kept my eyes locked to hers until I was sweating with the effort, and she just laughed and said, "Just look at 'em, dude. You're gonna pop an artery if you keep trying not to look." She reassured me that in her experience, most women who are breastaceous enough to have frequent cleavage are used to the idea that men are visually oriented, and if we're looking at their cleavage, that's just a signal that we're alive. She told me that as long you at least make some kind of effort to look discreetly, and don't just set up shop in front of a girl with wide-screen eyes and a bucket of popcorn for a long scoping session on her boobs, most women either don't mind, or are more amused by it than irritated.

I am grateful to her for this advice, to this day.

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Dull sublunary lovers love,
Whose soul is sense, cannot admit
Absence, because it doth remove
That thing which elemented it.

(From "A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning" by John Donne)

Plan9

I've found it. The single most confusing statement of the 21st century.

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Hain

You kidding? That woman should be nominated for sainthood. Saint _[Whatever her name is]_, patron saint of every man on the planet.

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