Originally Posted by Dr. Johnny Fever:
:-) thanks.
I know I'm an outcast for saying this but I actually prefer smaller chested women.
Originally Posted by Phobia:
Boobs are vastly overrated. Give me legs, butt, and flat stomach any day over a giant rack.
I've always preferred normal or smaller-breasted women. I don't understand mens' fascination with big boobs, but I guess it's like describing the Mona Lisa to a blind man. It probably has to do with the brain's wiring when very young and what is experienced (big titted nannies or babysitters or family members, or big boobs in their first sticky wrinkled porn mag they find somewhere, or the first big-knockered actress they see on TV when small, I dunno).
However, there's a female TV host of a local show that has a healthy set of boobs which I find extremely attractive. They're round and look large but they just fit her face and body perfectly. Then again, maybe boob-lovers wouldn't consider them big.
:-) Pics don't do them justice, really; it's just the way she sits on set, slightly turned, straight back, with the goods standing proudly and pressed tightly against her clothing. This is the best example I could find.
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Warning: long sob story incoming. It's super gay.
Some background story is needed before I get to the current day situation: last year, I met a girl at school and took a fancy to her right away. Aside from being very pretty and smart, she shares my sense of humor and has a killer smile. It's kind of difficult to put into words, but we would look one another directly in the eyes for extended periods of time without any discomfort. It felt like there was something there.
Unfortunately, I knew that she was already in a relationship with some guy, and furthermore, it was only a matter of months before everyone would graduate and go their separate ways to begin their careers. I didn't see her often, so it was easy enough to forget about it and focus on other women.
Fast forward a few months. By this point, I've nailed down my post-grad job, and I'll be in Minneapolis. I run into her at a bar with some friends, and when I tell her where I'm headed after graduation, she lights up; she's from that area, and will be living there too! We chat for a while more before we part ways with our respective groups of friends. I have my little fantasy for a couple days, but make myself get over it because of this mystery boyfriend of hers. I don't exactly fancy myself a homewrecker.
Finally, it's around the time of graduation. By this point, I've more or less gotten over this girl and had a couple unfulfilling flings in the process. Our school is hosting a gala to celebrate the graduating students, and at least a thousand are there. I end up running into this girl again. Her friends tell me she's a little out of sorts, because she and her boyfriend are breaking up. I try and conceal my schadenfreude, but things get better: she comes back, and asks me to go out with the lot of them, and without this boyfriend of hers. We talk the night away, having a wonderful time, and the event ends with a promise that we'll meet again once we've both made it to Minneapolis.
The summer goes by with some basic communication between the two of us, and I finally get into the city one week ago. She invites me to a barbeque that some new friends of hers are hosting, and suggests that we meet up beforehand as well. We end up grabbing a nice lunch together and taking a long walk around a lake before heading to the BBQ, where we also had a very nice time. After the group heads to a bar, she says she's tired and wants to leave, but before she heads home she wants to charge her phone back at my place for a bit. (It's worth mentioning that she's hardly moved into her new place at all, and it's plausible that she doesn't yet have a charger there).
As much as I've enjoyed our day together, I'm not 100% sure of the tone of our "date". We talked for a while longer at my place as her phone charged, and as she was leaving I figure I might as well straight-up ask her out, feeling pretty good about my chances. She acknowledges the uncertainty from our day together, but bad news: she's begun dating the guy from college again. Of course, she wants to continue spending time with me (says I'm "really cool", blah blah), and having successfully been in this situation before, agree to it. After all, I had a good time on our reasonably platonic day together, and see no reason why we shouldn't do it again sometime.
She goes home, and I get in bed to go to sleep. Only problem is, I realize before long that what I just agreed to isn't going to happen. The girls I've been friends with after rejection weren't anything like her, and every moment I spend with her in the future is going to involve me waiting for her to have some sort of crystallizing realization that may never come. I finally get out of bed two hours later and came here to write this whole goddamn thing out.
I'm split as to what to do. I'm generally not naive enough to miss when a girl is trying to string me along, but typing this entire pathetic story out has made it really seem like it's going to be the case. The usual cure for this kind of situation is to simply cut off any relationship to the person, but I'm reluctant to do it for two reasons: 1) Honest to god, I don't think I've ever gotten so worked up about someone who I never even dated to begin with, and I'm reluctant to simply let it go. 2) She's close to my only friend in the city, and to cut ties with her would make things lonely very fast. A strong part of me wants to go all-in and see what happens (that is, tell her how I feel and see if perhaps she can be moved), although failing at that could be pretty disastrous emotionally. For those of you who actually made it through this whole thing, what do you suggest?
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