I hate hot...
...and I’m stuck in a state that doesn’t realize that it’s still spring. My AC is broken and I am sweating like horse. I’ve taken 3 showers already today and I am stripped down to a t-shirt and underpants. Church people knocked on my door and I had to tell them that I was too hot to put any clothes on so they would have to go away.
Somehow, I attract every denomination of church that exists. I don’t think I’ve ever had a Jewish person proselytizing on my doorstep, but the rest of the major religions have knocked. The Witnesses come on Saturday, they actually came this past Saturday but I wasn’t in the mood. I’m not sure when I will be in the mood, but I’m sure they’ll be back before then.
I have a tough time saying no. That was Vex’s job. I would order the magazines, and he would cancel them when he got home. I ordered them knowing that he would be canceling them...it was quicker than saying no. Since he’s been gone, I have to say no. That isn’t easy at Victoria’s Secret, is it? I went to buy a bra last week and they made their usual attempt to get me to fill out a credit application. I hate that...but, I have found the perfect answer (and it’s the only one they can’t argue with), I just tell them that I can’t open any charge accounts until my divorce is final. I don’t know if that’s true or not, but they leave me alone.
I have to do a lot of things myself now, like carrying in the groceries and...well, now that I think of it, that’s all he ever did. My son still mows the lawn and I still care for the flowers, such as they are. I still clean the house and feed the animals. Oh, I think he did help with the aquarium. By the way, I STILL have Moby and if anyone needs a 14 inch long algae eater, come and get it. Otherwise, that sucker is going in the nearest river.
OK, so we’ve discussed breast size and I think that I’ve pretty much decided that men are more concerned with other things although they do appreciate a nice peek at some big ones every so often. My experience with being larger and smaller is that men respond more to what style of clothing I am wearing than my bra size. If I dress in a casual pant suit with a jacket, they treat me like I am a grandmother. If I wear jeans and a tiny t-shirt, they treat me like I’m an “available” woman.
It’s interesting to see the way men treat you depending on so many things. Years ago I was working as a waitress and the businessmen always flirted with me at lunch time. They smiled, stopped me to make small talk, and just acted very friendly toward me. Then, one Halloween I dressed up like the Pillsbury Dough Boy. I had on a white sweat suit with a bunch of padding. It was pretty obvious that I was padded but I guess the men weren’t quite sure how much of it was padding and how much was me. They placed their orders without so much as making eye contact with me. I felt terribly awkward and uncomfortable.
Before I got sick and lost so much weight, I had a couple of nice ta-ta’s myself. Men would literally speak TO THEM...not to me. I was amazed at how little regard they had for the fact that I could see them staring at my breasts. Without the bigguns, men speak to my face now.
Well, I haven’t figured them (men) out yet but I am trying. This evening, I was speaking on the phone to a man who I haven’t gone out with yet...we are still at the talking phase but I think we will go out soon. He is very open and up front and asked me all kinds of questions about what I liked in a man. He made me think. I pretty much know what I don’t want, but I hadn’t really thought too much about what I DO want. I know I want someone honest...lying is a deal breaker for me. I know I want someone funny. Intelligence would be a nice change as would be the ability to carry a conversation.
Oh, you know what? I think I’d like a man who cares enough to ask me what I like. The more I think about it, the sweeter that guy seems. He kind of reminds me of Guy in his open, kind manner. But I have a feeling he looks nothing like Guy. Who was it who asked if I had preconceived pictures in my mind about what you guys look like? I picture Guy as about 5’ 11”, 172 pounds, light brown hair and clean shaven. I don’t know why...but I do.
Oh, as to my hangover, Guy said:
That's too bad, Meg. I gave up on the promise of alcohol that doesn't give me a hangover. I've found some that I can drink way too much of and have the hangover be mellower (good scotch and good wine), but I have yet to find the way to avoid it entirely.Well, I guess there's always moderation. ;)
Yep. Moderation always sounds like a good idea when you’re sober, doesn’t it? Well, my limit is 3 and it has been for years (except when I was drinking a lot in the 80‘s). The problem is that I drink so rarely and I've lost so much weight that 3 is now too many for me. Sad me, sad me. I don’t like the taste of alcohol so when I do drink, it has to be something that tastes really good, like a girl drink, you know? Strawberry daiquiris are good. The other night, I drank that stuff that I drank in Vermont and this time it did make me sick where it hadn’t in Vermont. I don’t know why. Maybe because when I was drinking it in Vermont, I was eating an Applebee’s Appetizer Sampler.
Speaking for her husband, one woman said:
He doesn't like fake boobs and he views implants as a sign of insecurity except for those put in for reconstructive reasons...but I think a lot of women aren't aware that a sizable chunk of the male population views implants that way. Guys do sit around and talk about boobs, lol, so I know for a fact he's not alone in his sentiment.)
Yep. I think you’re right, judging from the responses from the men. Also, you were SO right about the following:
I think it's a bummer...that women who are large breasted can't get a good fit right off the rack. Most women don't even realize that they are not being fit nicely by their clothes because standards for tailoring have really gone through the floor in the last century. And, if you're big chested for most of your adult life you become accustomed to the way ready-to-wear clothes fit you and it never enters your head that things could be better. The sloppiness that results from a woman purchasing clothes to accomodate a large chest just winds up making her look fat, even if she isn't.
As I said I have lost A LOT of weight since I’ve been sick and I wasn’t really “over-weight” before so much as I was big-chested. But that alone kept me shopping in the “Women’s Department” and you are right, I looked sloppy in my attempt to buy clothes big enough to fit my top...it couldn’t be done terribly neatly. I hate that I am having such a hard time gaining some of the weight back, but I must admit that it is SO much fun to be able to shop anywhere and have such a great selection. I wouldn’t have been able to wear spaghetti strap tops 18 months ago like someone mentioned in the comments section, but I can now. I can shop at all the stores my daughter does and you are exactly right, I never realized how limited my selection had been. How stupid that the clothing industry doesn’t cater more to the average women who is, I believe a 12 or 14. We shouldn’t be restricted to tent-type clothing in order to ensure that we can keep our boobs in our shirts. I would think that they would make so much more money...I enjoy buying clothes now that I can find cute things that fit me. I find myself buying more because of it. When I was heavier, buying clothes was a chore because nothing looked good. I bought whatever I could find that fit around my bust and left the store. It makes no sense to me why they don’t make nicer stuff for normal sized women and heavier women. We would all enjoy buying clothes if they fit us well AND looked pretty. Men have NO idea what we are talking about but trust me guys...it’s a BIGGIE with us.
And then, the poor Average Married Guy felt badly:
Somehow I knew that one way or another I would take some heat for my comments;) Purple Hat (interesting contra-moniker?) - the sentiment I expressed was not meant to insult but to be taken as "be happy with what you have and do not seek to please the masses."
Aw, don’t feel like you “took any heat” over that comment...she was just doing what you were doing, being honest the best way she knew how. Don’t feel badly at all. Consider it a learning experience. When I read your comment, I felt a twinge myself but I knew you meant nothing by it and that you were just honestly answering a question that I was seriously curious about and I appreciate that.
I was truly impressed with the comments made by you guys, even the guy whose wife spoke for, LOL. I was pleasantly surprised with your opinions, so many men went out of their way to remember “medical reasons” and to mention self confidence...it just makes me think that they actually CONSIDER something other than sex. The more I hear from you guys, the more I realize what a jack ass Vex is.
Well, I think it's about couch time, I have to do another load of laundry and take another shower before I can go to bed. I hope you guys are all doing well.
See ya,
Meg
...and I’m stuck in a state that doesn’t realize that it’s still spring. My AC is broken and I am sweating like horse. I’ve taken 3 showers already today and I am stripped down to a t-shirt and underpants. Church people knocked on my door and I had to tell them that I was too hot to put any clothes on so they would have to go away.
Somehow, I attract every denomination of church that exists. I don’t think I’ve ever had a Jewish person proselytizing on my doorstep, but the rest of the major religions have knocked. The Witnesses come on Saturday, they actually came this past Saturday but I wasn’t in the mood. I’m not sure when I will be in the mood, but I’m sure they’ll be back before then.
I have a tough time saying no. That was Vex’s job. I would order the magazines, and he would cancel them when he got home. I ordered them knowing that he would be canceling them...it was quicker than saying no. Since he’s been gone, I have to say no. That isn’t easy at Victoria’s Secret, is it? I went to buy a bra last week and they made their usual attempt to get me to fill out a credit application. I hate that...but, I have found the perfect answer (and it’s the only one they can’t argue with), I just tell them that I can’t open any charge accounts until my divorce is final. I don’t know if that’s true or not, but they leave me alone.
I have to do a lot of things myself now, like carrying in the groceries and...well, now that I think of it, that’s all he ever did. My son still mows the lawn and I still care for the flowers, such as they are. I still clean the house and feed the animals. Oh, I think he did help with the aquarium. By the way, I STILL have Moby and if anyone needs a 14 inch long algae eater, come and get it. Otherwise, that sucker is going in the nearest river.
OK, so we’ve discussed breast size and I think that I’ve pretty much decided that men are more concerned with other things although they do appreciate a nice peek at some big ones every so often. My experience with being larger and smaller is that men respond more to what style of clothing I am wearing than my bra size. If I dress in a casual pant suit with a jacket, they treat me like I am a grandmother. If I wear jeans and a tiny t-shirt, they treat me like I’m an “available” woman.
It’s interesting to see the way men treat you depending on so many things. Years ago I was working as a waitress and the businessmen always flirted with me at lunch time. They smiled, stopped me to make small talk, and just acted very friendly toward me. Then, one Halloween I dressed up like the Pillsbury Dough Boy. I had on a white sweat suit with a bunch of padding. It was pretty obvious that I was padded but I guess the men weren’t quite sure how much of it was padding and how much was me. They placed their orders without so much as making eye contact with me. I felt terribly awkward and uncomfortable.
Before I got sick and lost so much weight, I had a couple of nice ta-ta’s myself. Men would literally speak TO THEM...not to me. I was amazed at how little regard they had for the fact that I could see them staring at my breasts. Without the bigguns, men speak to my face now.
Well, I haven’t figured them (men) out yet but I am trying. This evening, I was speaking on the phone to a man who I haven’t gone out with yet...we are still at the talking phase but I think we will go out soon. He is very open and up front and asked me all kinds of questions about what I liked in a man. He made me think. I pretty much know what I don’t want, but I hadn’t really thought too much about what I DO want. I know I want someone honest...lying is a deal breaker for me. I know I want someone funny. Intelligence would be a nice change as would be the ability to carry a conversation.
Oh, you know what? I think I’d like a man who cares enough to ask me what I like. The more I think about it, the sweeter that guy seems. He kind of reminds me of Guy in his open, kind manner. But I have a feeling he looks nothing like Guy. Who was it who asked if I had preconceived pictures in my mind about what you guys look like? I picture Guy as about 5’ 11”, 172 pounds, light brown hair and clean shaven. I don’t know why...but I do.
Oh, as to my hangover, Guy said:
That's too bad, Meg. I gave up on the promise of alcohol that doesn't give me a hangover. I've found some that I can drink way too much of and have the hangover be mellower (good scotch and good wine), but I have yet to find the way to avoid it entirely.Well, I guess there's always moderation. ;)
Yep. Moderation always sounds like a good idea when you’re sober, doesn’t it? Well, my limit is 3 and it has been for years (except when I was drinking a lot in the 80‘s). The problem is that I drink so rarely and I've lost so much weight that 3 is now too many for me. Sad me, sad me. I don’t like the taste of alcohol so when I do drink, it has to be something that tastes really good, like a girl drink, you know? Strawberry daiquiris are good. The other night, I drank that stuff that I drank in Vermont and this time it did make me sick where it hadn’t in Vermont. I don’t know why. Maybe because when I was drinking it in Vermont, I was eating an Applebee’s Appetizer Sampler.
Speaking for her husband, one woman said:
He doesn't like fake boobs and he views implants as a sign of insecurity except for those put in for reconstructive reasons...but I think a lot of women aren't aware that a sizable chunk of the male population views implants that way. Guys do sit around and talk about boobs, lol, so I know for a fact he's not alone in his sentiment.)
Yep. I think you’re right, judging from the responses from the men. Also, you were SO right about the following:
I think it's a bummer...that women who are large breasted can't get a good fit right off the rack. Most women don't even realize that they are not being fit nicely by their clothes because standards for tailoring have really gone through the floor in the last century. And, if you're big chested for most of your adult life you become accustomed to the way ready-to-wear clothes fit you and it never enters your head that things could be better. The sloppiness that results from a woman purchasing clothes to accomodate a large chest just winds up making her look fat, even if she isn't.
As I said I have lost A LOT of weight since I’ve been sick and I wasn’t really “over-weight” before so much as I was big-chested. But that alone kept me shopping in the “Women’s Department” and you are right, I looked sloppy in my attempt to buy clothes big enough to fit my top...it couldn’t be done terribly neatly. I hate that I am having such a hard time gaining some of the weight back, but I must admit that it is SO much fun to be able to shop anywhere and have such a great selection. I wouldn’t have been able to wear spaghetti strap tops 18 months ago like someone mentioned in the comments section, but I can now. I can shop at all the stores my daughter does and you are exactly right, I never realized how limited my selection had been. How stupid that the clothing industry doesn’t cater more to the average women who is, I believe a 12 or 14. We shouldn’t be restricted to tent-type clothing in order to ensure that we can keep our boobs in our shirts. I would think that they would make so much more money...I enjoy buying clothes now that I can find cute things that fit me. I find myself buying more because of it. When I was heavier, buying clothes was a chore because nothing looked good. I bought whatever I could find that fit around my bust and left the store. It makes no sense to me why they don’t make nicer stuff for normal sized women and heavier women. We would all enjoy buying clothes if they fit us well AND looked pretty. Men have NO idea what we are talking about but trust me guys...it’s a BIGGIE with us.
And then, the poor Average Married Guy felt badly:
Somehow I knew that one way or another I would take some heat for my comments;) Purple Hat (interesting contra-moniker?) - the sentiment I expressed was not meant to insult but to be taken as "be happy with what you have and do not seek to please the masses."
Aw, don’t feel like you “took any heat” over that comment...she was just doing what you were doing, being honest the best way she knew how. Don’t feel badly at all. Consider it a learning experience. When I read your comment, I felt a twinge myself but I knew you meant nothing by it and that you were just honestly answering a question that I was seriously curious about and I appreciate that.
I was truly impressed with the comments made by you guys, even the guy whose wife spoke for, LOL. I was pleasantly surprised with your opinions, so many men went out of their way to remember “medical reasons” and to mention self confidence...it just makes me think that they actually CONSIDER something other than sex. The more I hear from you guys, the more I realize what a jack ass Vex is.
Well, I think it's about couch time, I have to do another load of laundry and take another shower before I can go to bed. I hope you guys are all doing well.
See ya,
Meg
posted by Meg Kelso | 7:48 PM
3 Comments:
Hi Meg!
This is my first time commenting on your blog. I found it a few days ago, and, being anal about starting things from the beginning, it took me a few days just to get to the current posts, but I made it!
I really enjoy reading what you have to say and I can see a MAJOR change in you from the very first post to now and I LOVE IT!!
Being relatively young (25) and unmarried, I do not know what it feels like to be betrayed the way you have after so many years of loving someone. But, I have had my share of cheating boyfriends and I cringe just thinking about what I did with them, that I wasted my time and energy on them and that I actually cried over them. I noticed something funny too, they all come back! Yes, I wasn't respected when we were together and I was treated like shit, but now, they "realize the mistake they made and how stupid they were to treat me that way" and I just laugh and say, sorry, you had your chance. Just the other day an ex IM'ed me and told me a whole story about how wrong he was, blah blah blah, and I had the best time telling him sorry, but I found someone that does appreciate me, we are in love and we live together, etc.. I also told him not to worry about what he did to me cause it's fine, it doesn't bother me and it never really did ( I never showed him how upset he had made me, I'm stubborn and I hate giving people that kind of satisfaction). So, that was my shining moment for a little while. =)
I also wanted to comment on the boob thing. I unfortunatly have "larger than normal boobs" and my YES, my boyfriend LOVES them (of course ;) ) I say unfortunatly because I can't stand them. They hurt a lot, they get in the way, I have to buy shirts better than normal, and I would love to just put on a t-shirt and not have to wear a bra. To me, they are soooo uncomfy. I know most women think they know the right size bra for them, but actually they don't and I thought that if I got measured by a professional, bra's would be so much more comfy. I'm now wearing the right size bra and I still can't stand them. I wish I had little perky B's. =) We can all dream I guess.
Well, I've rambled A LOT and didn't intend to write so much. I can't wait to read more from you!
See ya soon!
Kristan
lol Guy.
I forgot another reason why big ones suck!
try running with these puppies...
in high school, running the track just didn't happen. I walked it, along with my fellow big boobers, and the Gym teacher yelled at us and I said, respectfully of course, that I can't run because it hurts my boobs, and he said wear a sports bra, and I said, I've worn two at once and it didn't do anything. He just stared at me.. oh well.
Oh, and I was a tap dancer in my teens, can you picture that scene? lol
I tried this once already and got an error message, so it may appear just the once or possibly twice.
One of my favorite sayings I've heard about Atlanta weather is that we have four separate and distinct seasons:
1. Almost Summer
2. Summer
3. Still Summer
4. Christmas
Wish I'd said it!
Anne
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