blast from our whorish pasts
we had a request to re-post this most amusing anecdote from the earliest stage of our relationship. have fun. we did. ^_~
originally posted 2/29/04:
well, the intention was to go to northpark with leah, hit clinique for bonus time, and do a little innocent window shopping in the pretty mall (it really is, and there aren't a lot of malls that can say the same). after browsing our way through several very girly stores, we decided to have the silly fun in victoria's secret. fun was had. we discovered electric bright pj's that don't have to match, underwear that's really more under-why? and lots of things with cherries on them (i swear, from a distance, they just look like pretty flowers). we were happily making our way to the front of the store to leave as a manager type asked us if we were doing all right and leah made the mistake of saying, "oh yes! everyone has been very helpful." this, of course, prompted the woman to say, "well i assume, then, that you've had a free bra-fitting". well, apparently neither one of us had our get out quick radar going, because we said, "well, no." appalled she was! appalled i say! she fitted us very quickly and pronounced us both 2 cup sizes larger than we would have claimed for ourselves. it was our turn to be appalled. with this perplexing declaration hanging above our heads, how could we not go into the fitting rooms (which have some strangely fancy name there now) and have "the most entertaining 30 minutes, maybe even an hour, of your lives"? in we went, one room to the both of us, in order to guarantee the bonding. the girl came in with boxes full of bras, all sized to make us blush at the thought of so much boob on one person. leah, surprisingly, fit quite nicely into her gargantuan bras. i was left skeptical when there seemed to still be room for another boob in there. the girl, who i understand is very well trained to do this, explained that with mine being set fairly far apart, it was likely the right size, just the wrong style. she showed me several more which i proceeded to wear on my head (just to demonstrate the unneccesary largeness of them) and then wear on my chest. after going through 3 or 4 that all had the same strange extra-ness to them, we finally convinced a second girl to go get a smaller size. tada! it fit. my boobs are weird. i could have told them this, but i've learned that it's better to let people learn things by experience. the first girl was astounded and offered to bow down to me. (no really, she did!) i found that the "very sexy" bra did indeed make me look very sexy. but, as i had just spent a good chunk of money at the clinique, i did not buy it. leah, however, came away with a very nice, if perplexingly large, addition to her collection. (no worries leah. your boobs still look proportionate. it's just the bra away from your boobs that looks so huge).
i hope we didn't rush this part of our relationship.
originally posted 2/29/04:
well, the intention was to go to northpark with leah, hit clinique for bonus time, and do a little innocent window shopping in the pretty mall (it really is, and there aren't a lot of malls that can say the same). after browsing our way through several very girly stores, we decided to have the silly fun in victoria's secret. fun was had. we discovered electric bright pj's that don't have to match, underwear that's really more under-why? and lots of things with cherries on them (i swear, from a distance, they just look like pretty flowers). we were happily making our way to the front of the store to leave as a manager type asked us if we were doing all right and leah made the mistake of saying, "oh yes! everyone has been very helpful." this, of course, prompted the woman to say, "well i assume, then, that you've had a free bra-fitting". well, apparently neither one of us had our get out quick radar going, because we said, "well, no." appalled she was! appalled i say! she fitted us very quickly and pronounced us both 2 cup sizes larger than we would have claimed for ourselves. it was our turn to be appalled. with this perplexing declaration hanging above our heads, how could we not go into the fitting rooms (which have some strangely fancy name there now) and have "the most entertaining 30 minutes, maybe even an hour, of your lives"? in we went, one room to the both of us, in order to guarantee the bonding. the girl came in with boxes full of bras, all sized to make us blush at the thought of so much boob on one person. leah, surprisingly, fit quite nicely into her gargantuan bras. i was left skeptical when there seemed to still be room for another boob in there. the girl, who i understand is very well trained to do this, explained that with mine being set fairly far apart, it was likely the right size, just the wrong style. she showed me several more which i proceeded to wear on my head (just to demonstrate the unneccesary largeness of them) and then wear on my chest. after going through 3 or 4 that all had the same strange extra-ness to them, we finally convinced a second girl to go get a smaller size. tada! it fit. my boobs are weird. i could have told them this, but i've learned that it's better to let people learn things by experience. the first girl was astounded and offered to bow down to me. (no really, she did!) i found that the "very sexy" bra did indeed make me look very sexy. but, as i had just spent a good chunk of money at the clinique, i did not buy it. leah, however, came away with a very nice, if perplexingly large, addition to her collection. (no worries leah. your boobs still look proportionate. it's just the bra away from your boobs that looks so huge).
i hope we didn't rush this part of our relationship.
posted by InfamousQBert @ 5:27 PM
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