It's the Tits! Part 2

 In case you missed the first part of this post (for what I suspect will be an ongoing series in my blog), I get a lot of messages regarding my breasts. It boggles my mind how total strangers seem to lose their sense of acceptable conversation starters and comment freely on them to break the ice.  It got to be such a frequent occurrence that I had to put a disclaimer on my profile. Some men react to it with hostility. Others completely ignore it.

Once again, the disclaimer, for your reference.

Some decide to get to the point:

Someone needs to tell this guy referring to a lady's boobs is not a well-mannered trait.

Sometimes they wait until they get my number to bring it up... swoon!

Some love them so much, it brings out the nurturer in them ;)

"Big naturals."

He should have become a nurse.

I honestly didn't see that reaction coming. I figured once I mentioned bloody gauze and oral surgery, he would head for the hills. But no, he wanted to barter "that sexy body" in exchange for his "help." He needs a Nobel Prize in recognition of his selfless humanitarian efforts!


This last guy get's straight to the point but does not at all like me doing the same,  LOL!

Praise the Lord,  a godly man!

I call them as I see them...

So what he is saying is that I am using what I was "blessed with" in a sinful manner? 

'Til next time! I will keep y'all abreast of any further developments. (Yup, I did it again, LOL!)

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It's the Tits!

So, any girl with nipples knows that boys are OBSESSED with boobs... Big ones, little ones,  fake ones, real ones,  those memes of butt cheeks smooshed together to look like cleavage... all boobs are good boobs to them (as they should be, really). Now, being on the large side of the boob spectrum,  I get a lot of comments about them, both online and in real life. Generally speaking, if the comment comes from a friend, loved one, or partner and are good natured, I am all for it.  They are fabulous, after all ;)

Online, however, the comments from dudes are on a whole other level. Once again, because they are hiding behind their computers, some men feel their duty is to send crude messages to total strangers. Now, I get that I show some cleavage, but so what? Am I supposed to wear mumu's and turtlenecks 24/7 in the soul crushing heat and humidity of Miami just to cover up my dirty pillows? Fuck that shit, dude!

At some point, it got to be such a frequent occurrence that I added a disclaimer to the top of my profile.

I even put a smiley face at the end. What's so man-sex-hating about that?

Now, I don't think it comes across as hostile or frigid as some men seem to interpret it as, but their reactions or complete disregard for my obvious request that they stop being crass are pretty priceless.

Zing! 

Or this guy, exemplifying one of the main reasons I usually don't date the typical Miami douche.  The macho latino "she was asking for it" dismissive attitude. That because I am not hiding away my body in shame, clearly he has the right to comment or that men should be excused because I "show it off." 

Careful there, your misogyny is showing!

Apparently, I have man-problems.

Or this go-getter, who, after not receiving a reply to his super original and verbose introduction, thought that maybe referring to the beauty of my boobs would get me to answer.

Pingolo is a euphemism for penis in Brazil! 

(You're welcome.)

This post is long enough... Part 2 to follow soon, probably later today :)  Ta-ta! (See what I did there? :) Tee-hee)