WTFITP of looking down other womens' shirts when your own damned girlfriend has a 46DD rack of her very own? Not to mention that it's never been altered, and if it had been the numbers and letters would have been SMALLER, not large, if there had been an alteration due to back problems and migraine issues.
Yes, this actually happened during a New Year's Eve party (neither of us drinks and the "I'm a guy" bullshit got shitcanned about the time I pointed out that watching mens' packages would be equally entertaining but I don't do it--out of a little thing called respect.) Yes, I'm still pissed about it. Why?
There's another party this weekend. And I told him if it happens again he's toast.
I'm scared both ways--whether it happens or not. If it does, he's gone and so's another 2 years of my life. If it doesn't? Does that mean I can trust him again or will the time after that be the deal-breaker?
Again--it's not like he's deprived at home and not like I dress like a fucking nun for parties either! I think I need a very low-cut shirt, just to see what happens.
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