Ahem. I have an announcement.
Those who know me may be aware of my inability to look at women's breasts.
Well... today I took the plunge.
I went to the computer shop to buy Fallout 3 ($99.95!!!), and was served by this gorgeous cleavage ladened lass, who made my heart flutter so badly, I thought I was gonna die!
Well, remembering the wise words of CMC (and basically the censored version is "GO FOR IT DUUUDE!"), I slowly turned my head in the general direction of abundant curvaceousness, and I swear it was like slow motion - it was an agonising period of doubt. "Will she catch me looking?". "What are the repurcussions of being caught?". "Am I destined to go where all perverts go? ie., the ISSUP channel" - I did not know, but I had to take the chance. And heck, Fallout 3 cost me a hundred bucks! Dare I say, I deserved this bit extra, dammit!!!!
Anyways, I first caught a hint of lace, and I almost fainted. And beyond the lace was a crevice I could have just dived into, not caring about my fate. If Fallout 3 ended up being shoved up my backside, I did not care.
As my eyes widened in enlightenment, realising all I had missed these many years of lost opportunities, I suddenly was aware of something horrendous; I could not look away. I tried to quickly, cause I realised her gaze was about to meet mine, and it was like slow motion again.
She briefly frowned at me, and then smiled. "So, is it still hot outside?"
I stammered, "It's outside. Hot. Yes."
I passed her my $100 with a shaky hand, and she engaged in other small talk, which made me wonder if she was coming on to me. And then I left.
Anyway, I made it outside, alive, and somewhat bewildered. Does this mean she saw me looking? Was she insulted? Or pleased? Was she trying to come onto me? Or did she really want to know how hot it was outside?
I will never understand women. *sigh*
But I will always treasure that moment.
The End.