Friday, March 18, 2005

Blog probs + trying to be a Gentleman in the face of Boobs.

Hey everyone, for some reason Blogger is being selective about who I can comment on. I am reading everyone's Blogs, I just can't get through to comment on most of them. Be patient, I will find a way. (I'll be damned if this damn computer can be more stubborn than I am!)

So I stopped by yesterday to visit someone I know in one of the other stores in my mall (BTW Happy Leprichan day to everyone!). She's a nice young lady who works at Perfumania who I've known for about 3 years now. We're not really friends, but we do visit each other when we can and I always get a hug. (when your in a closed enviroment like a mall you get to know people. Never been sure what to call them. Not quite friends bacause it;s not like you hang out or anything, but more than aquantences because you do kind of almost care about these people cause you've known them for so long). Well this time she was wearing a shirt that came down to almost her bellybutton. I mean, she's at least a high c-cup (not overly big, but definatly stuff there) and these were almost litterally falling out of her top. Now as most of my friends will tell you I can be as perverted as anyone on the planet, but normally I do try and act like a gentleman. So there I am talking to her while trying to mantain eye cantact. It was damn difficult to do. Of course while we're talking she's putting product out so she's bending over and stuff and jiggling all over the place. This shirt was so low and tight the top of her areoles were showing. I finally had to cut my visit much shorter than usual because I knew I was loosing the battle not to stare. So later that day someone we both know stops by and tells me that he'd been talking to her and she had been saying how sweet I am because I was the only person she talked to all day who didn't have thier eyes glued to her chest. So thank god she didn't catch on to how badly I was failing that test.
I have several friends who are quite busty, but I have a tendency to look at my friends as if they were family so I've learned how not to pay attention too much to thier physical side. Hell one of my friends used to get changed in front of my and so I had to get very good at not paying attention. But this girl isn't a friend so I've never built up that type of way of looking at her. But I guess I'm going to have to.

Sometimes being a gentleman is truly difficult.

15 Voices In The Darkness:

Blogger BM, The Necessary Movement Screams...

Big HAPPY BIRTHDAY HUGS TO YOU BROTHER MANG!!!! BIG BUCKS NO WAMMIES at the casino!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

11:37 AM  
Blogger themadamefiles Screams...

S'your birthday?!?! Happy birthday!!! And you are a true gentleman, or are at least adept in hiding the fact that you liked her boobs mucho mucho mass!! ;-)

2:26 PM  
Blogger themadamefiles Screams...

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2:28 PM  
Blogger themadamefiles Screams...

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2:28 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous Screams...

Babushka,
LOL, that is so funny. You should have just stared it is her fault for wearing the shirt.
Happy Birthday!!! I am so happy I got to be part of it.

10:01 PM  
Blogger Lever Screams...

Ha, you should have been equally brazen...

"whoah, hold on a second... let me just get a snapshot of these cuties before the weather gets cold again... I need to show the folks in blogland what I'm up against..."

*cough*

Seriously though, your conduct is commended, and Happy Birthday too :D

11:41 PM  
Blogger gundum_shenlong Screams...

Hey, I kmnow exactly how you feel man. Being a genlteman really sucks sometimes, and yet we still be it. But let me remind you of the family motto. "Hooters hooters yum yum yum, hooters hooters on a girl thats dumb". Well, thats not our family motto, more like the bundy's family motto. But I would like to wish you a happy b-day. I talked to you yesterday, and I knew it was you b-day but I didn't mention it. Brain just kinda shut down on me. Oh well. I hope to see you soon cuz. Now I will leave our real family motto. "Not the face! Not the face!!!"

10:18 AM  
Blogger Peach Flambée Screams...

Happy birthday!

Sounds like it was Boobs and Belly Buttons Day at the mall. Ever since the midriff top became popular again, *every* warm day in Montréal is Boobs and Belly Buttons Day.

Heck, in the Underground City or any mall here, it doesn't even have to be a *warm* day.

2:12 PM  
Blogger Gama Screams...

I have friend that has also those huge boobs, she looks like models of Playboy.
I just try not to look at them and try to pretend like nothing is going on.

3:51 PM  
Blogger Mooker Screams...

hey happy birthday. i left you a long blog on my blog so this one will be shorter. i think it sucks when women were revealing clothing and don't expect men to look. what's the point? if they're hanging out-they're on display. that's why mine are not hanging out because that is the results you get. but that's great that you resisted the temptation. maybe she needed the extra skin for perfume samples... :)calvin klein on the right, estee lauder on the left. :) well i hope you have a great birthday and eat a lots of goodness for me.

5:41 PM  
Blogger Mooker Screams...

oh and if you do want to see boobs, go to the jerry springer show. i saw like 5-6 different varieties. some not so great...in fact most.

5:43 PM  
Blogger Kitten Screams...

Happy Birthday, A.!!! Hope the coming year brings you all you wish for.

Also..I gave up on blogger comments..went over to haloscan..they have an instant install thingy now..wicked easy....and fast. I was just so sad to see all my old comments go. Im nostalgic like that..

Happy Happy , again!
xo

8:04 PM  
Blogger Max Screams...

Azathoth, HAPPY BIRTHDAY! But also, just to keep you informed, I changed my URL to: www.bedsheetkid.blogspot.com. Love reading your blog!!

8:18 PM  
Blogger Dorko Screams...

Ah.
This old world works in mysterious ways.
2 days ago your vision was in peril.
Today, your peepers are being tested on an entirely different level.
Passing the mustard.
Advance and celebrate your clarity and accomplishments!

12:21 AM  
Blogger Bookend Screams...

I commend you for at least trying to be a gentleman, and I also commend you for getting away with a little bit of oogling without her noticing...

but I also wonder...hmmm...if she didn't want people staring at her chest all day then why did she wear that shirt? hm...mmmm...Just a thought...

I ditto the blog problems...but I'm on now...yippee

9:57 AM  

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