OK. Half of you are probably gonna laugh at me and wonder why I’m bitching, and the other half are probably going to think I’m a no-good chauvinistic bastard. Hopefully, someone out there will at least relate to my dilemma, if not provide some of the sage and friendly advice I see everyone else getting here. So, here it goes.
I met my current GF in February, after a two-year dry spell (well, emotionally dry, not physically!) which followed a nasty and irreparable breakup with the girl of my dreams. We’ve been together exclusively for five months and are very much in love. We have few problems and argue very little. We’ve both reached the point in our lived where we value peace and companionship more than winning arguments. She’s perfect for me. We fit well. There’s only one problem…she has fake boobs.
I’m one of those genetically mutated guys who actually doesn’t like big boobs. I’ve just always preferred a modestly-sized, natural chest. Even if they’re really small, I don’t care, I like them just fine. I’m not the least bit turned on by big hefty boobs as big as my head. Does nothing for me.
I swear, the night I met her (on the dance floor in a club) she was dressed very sexily, but she had on this lacy overshirt that kind of downplayed the cleavage. I hardly noticed them, except to note that as fas as I could tell, they were average size, which was perfect! I even embarassed the shit out of myself (I found out about two weeks later) because I made a comment while we were talking about one of the bartenders I know, 'cause she’s totally plastic and has big 'ol silicone jugs. Little did I know at that time, so does she.
To be fair, hers are only 36C, but she has a really small frame. The things that bother me are:
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They don’t feel real AT ALL. They feel like big plastic bags (duh). Her’s are Saline, btw.
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The scars. She says she lost a lot of weight after the operation. Supposedly they used to be tucked under, but since I’ve known her they’re right across the bottom portion of her boobs.
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The fact that her ex-bf “forbid” her to get them and supposedly that was the main reason she broke up with him and did it, to prove he couldn’t control her. He really hammered on her and gave her a major case of low self-esteem, which I try every day to build back up.
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Her best friend has the same size implants, and they’re CONSTANTLY talking about them, it’s like working in a plastic surgeon’s office!
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I’m a pagan, and the thought of altering something as natural as the size of a body part in this way is just abhorrent to me. It’s (in my opinion) an abomination to cut yourself up like that.
I guess the real heart of it tho, is that I’m a jealous guy. These implants make her REALLY attractive to other guys. I mean, the girl REALLY fills out a tank top, and hates to wear bras. When we go to the club, I spend a lot of time fending off potential suitors. To all the guys on the street, she looks great.
The problem is, I’m the guy who gets to see them and feel them, and my view is spoiled by scars, and feeling them is no great pleasure. I feel like she traded my special time with her for making everyone else think she’s a hottie.
I wish so bad that I could have met her just 6 months earlier, and then I could have told her she doesn’t need these things to be beautiful. What sucks is, there’s no fixing it. Even if she had them removed, which she wouldn’t, that would only make the scars and everything else worse.
At this point, we have a (shaky) agreement not to talk about them. She almost always breaks it by talking about them, and then it gets to me and I say something about them, and the other day it went so far that she ended up crying. I don’t know how to feel. It’s kinda hard to pretend that someone’s boobs feel good when they don’t , but if I don’t, then it becomes obvious that I’m ignoring them in bed. I’m damned either way.
Anybody have a similar experience? Advice?