In which an old-fashioned girl embarks on a very modern search for Mr Right, and documents every last miserable date.
May contain swearing, and scenes of a sexual nature. If I'm really lucky.
Wednesday, 3 December 2008
Big love? Or mama's boys?
This has been a question that's slowly been surfacing for me, the longer I spend on the website. It's rapidly becoming apparent that, although the website is advertised as being a place for larger women to meet partners, or alternatively for potential partners to meet larger women, there's a lot of men using it who aren't so much interested in the fuller figured lady, but are more just about, well, the breasts. The huge, plentiful, ripe, delicious breasts. You should see the profiles. One of the questions - for everyone - is "What are you looking for?" Mine says something like, wit, intelligence, must love music, kind. I can honestly remember about TWO men's profiles that do not involve breasts. What are you looking for? "Tits!" Honestly. There's a LOT of men on there that have literally nothing filled out but that section, and that is the answer. It is quite a useful filter though because I can now spot them a mile off - if they ask what size my breasts are within the first ten or so sentences, I just block 'em. For the record, my breasts are great, but you can't park a small car in their shadow, nor are they ever going to be mistaken for two bald men hiding under my jumper. They're in proportion, and anyone who knows me will agree that in any case, my backside is the star attraction and more than makes up for the lack of "cleavage big enough to ski down", as I believe the very charming "Booblover" puts it. Anyway that's that rant sort of over for now - until the next mammary-obsessed mama's boy pops up for our entertainment. I just feel, you know what? I don't HAVE any children. I don't need a full-grown man demanding the tit every five seconds. It's all a bit...bitty, isn't it? Hahaha!!
So glad A turned me on to your blog. Love this titty-lating post about the boob-lovers and I can never see the bitty bit too many times.
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