I wasn't using them anymore so I packed them away. Tucked out of sight and out of mind. Didn't even figure they were missed, being more trouble than good. But today I brought them out for a viewing. How I had forgotten the power cleavage holds? Faces may launch a thousand ships, but boobies will move mountains. By earthquakes.
When my boys were of a certain age, where my girls became a distraction to their friends, out came the jogging bra's and baggy sweatshirts. I said goodbye to my showy femininity. On this hot summer day, I broke them out anyway. I said hello shorty tank top. Has been a long time since they have seen the sun. My Hubby took one look at me and asked if it was his birthday.
The lovely young gentleman, at the department store jumped over the counter to offer me help today. When I told him I was merely browsing, not sure if I wanted a DVD for my kids, he walked me over to the children section, to help me make my selection. I have walked past the same man, on my way to pick up my prescriptions for three years now and he has never so much as look me in the eye. Not that he did today either.
On my next stop, work, I walked in, not in my usual a sexual uniform, and not wearing my hair back in a severe bun, and stood looking over the upcoming shedual. My district supervisor, who has yet to remember my first name, the man who sees me almost every other day, today shook my hand and introduced himself. At least to my chest. Strange men whom I have never noticed before, appeared out of the wood work. My assistant chef asked me if I knew how blue my eyes are. I have stared into his face for the past three months. I hardly had to lift a finger today.
The kid at the grocery store bagged my food and carried out to my jeep for me. It was a bag your own store.
How could I forget the power of breasts? I did receive disapproving looks today only from other women. My top was not that low, infact it would be considered modest to some. Is it a true that woman do indeed dress for other women's approval? I do want to be admired for my skills and brains above all else. All else will (mostly) go back in the closet. I do have a garage appointment for my jeep this week.
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
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Many men are predicatable, when it comes to sex and have no imagination, as the ones who until then had not noticed you prove. What power we have as women. Go us!
Breasts are the greatest invention that women ever made!
Hence: Ode to the breast…
I so love breasts,
I love them I do,
I love them while snorkeling or riding a canoe,
I love them once, I love them in a trice,
Though I’ve never tried to love them while pulling a heist,
However I must admit that I even love them hitched up ‘n semi-exposed as the stars of Stars On Ice!
But what I like the mostest about breasts is – that they have been foremost and prominent in my life since I was a kid!
For goodness sake do NOT put them away until after the Jeep appointment! Those puppies could save you big bucks!
I personally wish mine were smaller by a long shot but my man is more then happy...as for breast wear...mine do other tricks....um..well...my man loves his flight simulator game (wants to be a pilot) but when he plays his war plane games..he gets my black bra, fits one cup on his bald head (yes it really fits!) and well the other cup kinda looks like a hanging chin strap...
so in effect..my bra helps my hero fight off the Red Baron.....breasts are special indeed!!!
(I can't believe I just shared that lmao)
I wish I had that kind of power. Somehow, a beard just doesn't get the same reaction.
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