Warm weather brings male eye candy

Some are big.

Some are small.

But they're everywhere.

My point? Now that it's summer, boobs are taking over this country. And in Britain, women seem take a certain ungraceful pride in showing their cleavage as much as possible, or getting so drunk they get their boobs out at parties. I've not seen one British girl with small boobs, so I think it just may be their national symbol. Now, I'm far from being a prude, but I do think it's a tiny bit unladylike to show your bits off just to get men to get them free drinks, or crane their necks and crash their cars/bicycles/scooters/buses. I think less is definitely more in this case.

Plus, I do find it entertaining that men, no matter if they're married, single, partnered, whatever, all act the same. They have to look. I've realised it is simply in their DNA. It's Freudian. Women look as well, but for entirely different reasons. I check out the entire person, up and down, to see their outfit, their shoes, how big/small/fat/skinny they are, how their hair is, how they strut. Men do it (according to one of my male sources) just because they can. Because a hint of cleavage makes them curious to see what's underneath. And when they start coming out in the spring weather (one of the mister's very married-with-children colleagues calls it "Tit Monday", which is a bit juvenile), they can't help but notice. The way I see it, men get their fair share of action with all kinds of sizes, but after the merry-go-round is over, they end up falling in love with the entire package, and not just the accessories. But they still enjoy perusing some of the accessories out there.

Maybe I'm saying all this because I have a skinny, size 0 boyish no-hips build, and though I love how healthy and strong my body is, I do wonder what it would be like with big ones. Or maybe I feel like saying to all the men out there "Hey, we get it. You like them. Just please stop being so obvious, and then try covering it up by saying you were only looking at her outfit."

Either way, my British friends, please try and be a bit more discreet sometimes and keep them tucked in. The hint of skin is far more alluring, in my humble opinion.

And as for mine, well, I love my little bits. And I love that the mister fancies the pants off me.