He’s just an average looking, slightly overweight, almost middle aged guy. But for some reason, boobs are always revealing themselves to him. In some cases, they make contact with parts of his body. His arm is a frequent target. It’s usually just a slight brush as they go flying by, but sometimes, they land there.
One of his jobs involves him picking up money at several different locations. Almost all the people in charge of letting him have the money, are boob owners. And apparantly, the money is always kept in a low lying safe, which involves bending over to unlock it. :dubious:
But, it’s not just at work. Sometimes when we’re out shopping, I can be standing right next to him, and a boob will perch on his arm, as it’s owner is reaching for something on a high shelf, on the other side of him.
It happens so frequently, that he doesn’t even react to it anymore, (unless, I’m the owner of the boobs). Sometimes, I’ll rember to ask, “Did you see boobies today?” And he’ll stop and think for a bit, then “Oh yeah.”
I don’t understand it. I’ve been the owner of boobs for about 30 years, and never had the desire to let them perch on some random guy.
My mother, age 58, has several cow-orkers who are closer to my age (22) than hers - most of her med students and new doctors are in their early 30s, and so I end up at a lot of the social functions to put them at ease.
One in particular, though married, always has some sort of unintentional inappropriate contact with me, be it a ridiculously un-thought-out double entendre, backing into me for no apparent reason, or, yes, her breasts landing on my arm.
“In other news Boob Magnate Larry Flint found himself in court again today…”
Okay, in answer to the OP, I recently went ice skating with my wife and found myself gliding head-on into a boob-owner (I’m sure she was an upstanding young lady, and all that…). We couldn’t figure out who would pass on which side so we both ended up tasting ice. At this point my wife laughed at us, then bit it herself as she tripped over boob-owner’s wayward skate.
Skating around shortly after the fall, I turned to my wife:
Me: “I think I just grabbed her boobs!”
Wife: lauging “Are you sure?”
Me: “Well, I remember trying to get around, then reaching out to brace my impending fall… It wasn’t on purpose!”
Me/Wife: … Laughter ensues
Other than that one incident, nothing springs to mind. Maybe when I am more middle aged and slightly overweight…
I probably get flashed more than average, both intentionally and unintentionally. It’s crotch as often as boobs. It is probably is not just due to my looks, which are average-ish, so I must be sending signals of some sort.
It strikes me though, that you aren’t with your hubby all day, and yet you know all about the melon sightings. By keeping you up to speed, is he also telling you something else?
I’m not sure what you’re getting at, but at first, he would tell me because it was a novelty. “Hey! I saw boobs.” Now, if he remembers to mention it at all, he just comments on how obvious it was or how stupid it is for a girl to do that to a total stranger.
I’m not getting at anything, really. If you are only getting stories when you request them, or if he is saving only the most humorous or unusual stories for you, it all makes perfect sense. If he is sharing each and every story with you, whether you ask or not, it still might not mean anything of import, but perhaps, just perhaps, in this latter case he is telling you something additional. I don’t know what that something would be. Maybe he just needs you to tell him he’s attractive, or he’s trying to tell you he’s horny. I don’t know. I didn’t mean to sound cryptic, I was just passing this thought along.
There have been numerous occasions in the past where I was a boob magnet. Short, fat and funny-looking…that’s me. Which are the defining characteristics of a boob magnet. Either the boob possessors are unaware of their assault (doubtful), or they feel like giving some poor harmless schlub (me) a momentary thrill. The secret is to never let on that you know, and to never complain about it!
Now, when I am in public and surrounded by boob-bearing beauties, it is usually with my wife, a boob-bearing beauty herself, and so all I can do is look discreetly and smile.
I have to chime in that I , as well, want to know what he’s doing. This certainly never happens to me.
Maybe this is his Secret Mutant Super Power. He can call himself Breast Man.
I seem to attract lesbians, myself. Usually in pairs. No joke. However, these are real lesbians, rather than HOward Stern fantasy lesbians, and they therefore have no sexual interest in me. (although I do sometimes end up as a friend.)
As for this:
I’m a boob magnet. My crowning moment came at a party junior year of college. While standing in a circle talking to some friends I heard two girls giggling behind me. I turned around and one of them abruptly said, “Can you believe that we (her and the other girl) roomed together freshman year and she still doesn’t believe my boobs are real.” She then insisted that I give’em a look and squeeze to back her up.
It can be a weird though, especially when the boobs belong to a friend whom you are interested in. You don’t know if they’re trying to send you a signal, or if they feel so secure in your friendship that they dont even see you as a sexual threat anymore. For example: Friend sees you in the bar, sneaks up behind you, rubs her hand up and down your back and leans her chest on your shoulder. Clear signal right? All my guy friends though so, until I told them her boyfriend was sitting right next to me.
I’m not sure what you’re getting at, but at first, he would tell me because it was a novelty. “Hey! I saw boobs.” Now, if he remembers to mention it at all, he just comments on how obvious it was or how stupid it is for a girl to do that to a total stranger.