A Piece of Advice...

Men - if you are not, at that precise moment, knee-deep in hot cyber action with a girl...do not ask them how large their breasts are. If you want to fantasize about us, fine. Give us enormous boobs in your wild fantasies. Throw in a little whipped cream and some of those cherries if you need to, I don't care. But if you think you can just bring up in casual conversation the question of cup size and have us answer it with a blush and a girly laugh so we can feed your hormonal desires, 9 times out of 10 you're not going to get a favorable reaction. You see, we don't exist merely as prospective bed partners for you. We have concerns, and your sexual gratification generally won't be one of them unless you happen to get really lucky. You're not going to get that lucky with me unless your last name happens to be the same as mine by way of a legally binding marriage. Don't bother trying. I guess what I'm really trying to say here is that I'm utterly dumbfounded by your lack of tact, and even more so by the fact that you honestly seemed to think you might get an answer. Pig.