Now, she is no raving beauty, (and for the record, I am a man) and she is twice my age, but damn! She has (now had, I guess) some major-league gazongas. She was always a welcome sight walking towards my desk.
Now, when she comes back to work she’ll be a mere shadow of her former self. Before a bunch of women chime in with “it hurts when they’re large, etc etc.” let me just say I know all that. And I still think it’s a shame. Female breasts are God’s gift to men in my opinion, and as an avowed breast man I regret seeing the objects of my affection removed on ANY woman, even my 50-something boss.
Hope she’s happy with them. It is her body, after all. But work will be just a little less fun now.
Lizard, I tried to buy you an “I’m sorry your boss is getting her breasts reduced” card, but they didn’t have any at my drug store. The closest I found was for something called “Hannukah”. That might be Spanish for breast reduction surgery, but I don’t speak Spanish so I can’t be sure. Anyway, allow me to offer my deepest sympathies. This is truly a tragedy of epic proportions.
As sad as the situation seems for cavemen like us it’s sometimes the right thing to do. A friend of mine had the first breast reduction ever paid for by the state in Arizona almost ten years ago. Her bra straps were cutting into her shoulders so badly that the nerve pinching was making her arms go numb. Her “girls” were somewhat legendary and I wouldn’t be suprised if a few of you fellow neanderthals have seen her but I won’t violate the little anonymity she has now by giving her name. Suffice to say that even ten years later her photos are still common on the net.
