Nice one, lieu.
You’re kidding, right?
We are aware of it as keenly as we would be aware of a shotgun pointed in our faces. Except happy. So, so happy.
As a well-breasted woman, I bloody well KNOW when I’ve pressed a breast against someone.
I think it was a flirt.
Have you read A New Life by Bernard Malamud? IMHO, It’s a must-read for all new college professors (such as myself). There is a lovely scene of young student breast-pressage in that novel, which the young instructor wonders about regarding its intentionality, but which was no accident, as you discover soon thereafter.
If it was a flirt, there’ll be more to come. Beware. :eek: 
Knorf
I’d guess it was a flirt.
To the best of my knowledge, I’ve never seen physical contact of any kind between students who aren’t friends outside the classroom.
With that in mind, I’d assume that either way this close encounter of the 34c kind means she’s fond of you…
she’s “fondle” of you
This stuff always bugs the hell out of me. I am so naive that the girl would have to practically grab my hand and put it there before I would begin to catch on to the possibility of flirting.
Can’t help you on this one. Perhaps she was trying to slip you a note, Winston – was her name Julia perchance?
Gotta tell my one and only solidly confirmed flirting experience:
[short anecdote]
Last summer I was with my wife in a trendy women’s clothing shop in Rio. She was in the dressing room trying on fifteen different outfits.
As I gazed about the store, I noticed that one of the salesgirls kept walking across my line of sight. She was a tall shapely blond dressed in the typical fashion one sees in such places. I immediately dismissed any ideas that she might be looking at me since girls never look at me. I made a special effort not to look at her, lest I get caught red handed looking at another woman.
All questions were answered as we payed for my wife’s purchases and made our way to the front of the store. The same girl found a way to squeeeeeze between me and another customer, sliding the entirety of her very soft bosom slowly across my arm as she quietly said “excuse me,” giving me a cheap thrill in the process. There was no room for doubt – that move was intentional.
Since guilt shows on my face like a neon sign, I immediately told my wife as we exited the store, with feigned shock of course. She explained that girls there are often more … forward than American girls. Perhaps the sight of a tall slim gringo was too much for her (yeah right…)
[/short anecdote]
Thanks, jackelope thats the best laugh I’ve had all day.
Speaking of big’ns I can remember I used to go to this Supercuts place that had a woman in there with quite large mams. Of course I used to always ask for her and she didn’t disapoint either she somehow always found a way to press those babies up against you.
I had to quit going there though becuase one day I went in and there were three guys waiting in line FOR HER meanwhile there were two other stylist there with no customers, just sitting on their ass because nobody wanted them. It was at that point I said to myself “Jeez how big of a perv am I?”
Depends on the duration and her actions/reactions right afterwards.
Shakes: You are a pervert. Turns out you were not so special after all!!
Winston, canvasshoes is right. I am very well blessed in the chest area and I forget that they proceed the rest of my body. Breasts are not such a big deal when you live with them. So it could have been an accident or she is comfortable with you and sees you as a father figure since you have a wife and daughter.
Good thing guys with large balls don’t try that haircutting “trick”, ew…
On a somewhat related topic, a woman once pressed her, uh, crotch area against the back of my hand.
minor7flat5 , I’d assume that since you mentioned a wife that story wasn’t your ONLY confirmed flirting experience…?
This same kind of thing happened to me a couple of months ago at work. I asked a female friend if some women might be unaware of what their breast was touching. Big breasts? No. Then it was flirting. Oh well.
mmmmmmmmm breasts!
Erm, sorry got distracted for a min. What was I gonna say? Oh yeah. I vote for she was flirting.
Yeah. She was flirting. I’m amply endowed, and well, lets put it this way, if I’m not flirting with you, they’re not going to touch you. 
I’m also pretty well endowed and sometimes I do forget what they’re touching. I mean, when they get in the way so often during the course of a day, you kind of forget (and I’ll never be good at golf, either.) But in the situation you described, I think she knew exactly what she was doing–been there, done that, rubbed up against the t-shirt.
OK, Dopers. Here’s how it breaks down so for…
Flirting: 12
Not Flirting: 3
Mmmm… Boobs…: 5
…and a Partidge in a Pear Tree.
Flirting: 13
W00t!
Most definitely flirting.
A woman never touches a man accidentally…only incidentally.