Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
It’s no secret that my titties have their own zip code. I’ve learned to live with the constant stares, the unsolicited advice, and even the occasional “Do you need a forklift?” joke from people who assume my back hurts (news flash – only sometimes).
Enter Jake. I met him at a low‑key art opening, where I was pretending to admire a landscape painting but was actually scrolling through memes on my phone. He knocked over a glass of rosé, apologized, and then asked if I’d like to join him for a coffee. He seemed nice enough at first glance and I’m not one to say no to someone who can turn a clumsy moment into a witty one, so I said yes.
It’s no secret that my titties have their own zip code
Almost as soon as we sat down at the coffee shop, Jake launched into a surprisingly thorough discussion about the ergonomics of bras. “Do you know what ‘full-coverage’ actually feels like?” he asked, as serious as ever, as if we were debating the merits of a new software framework. I laughed, realizing he’d probably spent more time Googling bra sizes than most people spend on their own taxes.
We moved from coffee to dinner, where he ordered a plate he called “the big one” just for the sheer drama of it. While we waited, he started a “bra appreciation” game, assigning points for styles. Balconette, plunge, demi…I’m not sure if he was trying to impress me or just had a peculiar hobby. I laughed so hard at his enthusiasm that I didn’t notice the server glance at us, eyebrows raised.
“You know, I’ve never met anyone who embraces their…assets the way you do.” Jake said, smiling like a dumb gooner. I could’ve scoffed, but instead I giggled. After an hour of back and forth about my bra size, how old I was when my tits developed, and if I find them overly sensitive, he asked if I’d be willing to be his partner in a future “bra‑shopping spree” for his mother’s birthday. I should have known he had a Mommy fetish, too.
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