My boyfriend sucks.
Okay, not really, but I HATE when he's right.
When we first got together, he was pestering me because he didn't think I was a D-cup. He insisted I must be a C because of past experiences with girlfriends and whatnot. I insisted I'd gone up to a D when I put on weight.
My bras have always been a bit uncomfortable, but I fill the cups, so I thought nothing of it.
Torrid had a clearance sale not too long ago, and I found a bra I really liked. They only had it in a 38C, and I've been buying 42Ds. I figured it was worth a shot, and it was only eight bucks.
It fits perfectly. Not only does it fit -- the wires don't dig in, the cups mold to me, and you can tell I have breasts when I wear a shirt.
I told him this, and his reply was, "As a purveyor of all things breast-related, it is quite simple to deduce such things. And I'm just that damn good."
I hate him.
In honour of Journal Poetry Day, I give you one of my favourites:
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"Evening Star" -- Edgar Allen Poe
'Twas noontide of summer,
And mid-time of night;
And stars, in their orbits,
Shone pale, thro' the light
Of the brighter, cold moon,
'Mid planets her slaves,
Herself in the Heavens,
Her beam on the waves.
I gazed awhile
On her cold smile;
Too cold- too cold for me-
There pass'd, as a shroud,
A fleecy cloud,
And I turned away to thee,
Proud Evening Star,
In thy glory afar,
And dearer thy beam shall be;
For joy to my heart
Is the proud part
Thou bearest in Heaven at night,
And more I admire
Thy distant fire,
Than that colder, lowly light.
Okay, not really, but I HATE when he's right.
When we first got together, he was pestering me because he didn't think I was a D-cup. He insisted I must be a C because of past experiences with girlfriends and whatnot. I insisted I'd gone up to a D when I put on weight.
My bras have always been a bit uncomfortable, but I fill the cups, so I thought nothing of it.
Torrid had a clearance sale not too long ago, and I found a bra I really liked. They only had it in a 38C, and I've been buying 42Ds. I figured it was worth a shot, and it was only eight bucks.
It fits perfectly. Not only does it fit -- the wires don't dig in, the cups mold to me, and you can tell I have breasts when I wear a shirt.
I told him this, and his reply was, "As a purveyor of all things breast-related, it is quite simple to deduce such things. And I'm just that damn good."
I hate him.
In honour of Journal Poetry Day, I give you one of my favourites:
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Evening Star" -- Edgar Allen Poe
'Twas noontide of summer,
And mid-time of night;
And stars, in their orbits,
Shone pale, thro' the light
Of the brighter, cold moon,
'Mid planets her slaves,
Herself in the Heavens,
Her beam on the waves.
I gazed awhile
On her cold smile;
Too cold- too cold for me-
There pass'd, as a shroud,
A fleecy cloud,
And I turned away to thee,
Proud Evening Star,
In thy glory afar,
And dearer thy beam shall be;
For joy to my heart
Is the proud part
Thou bearest in Heaven at night,
And more I admire
Thy distant fire,
Than that colder, lowly light.
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lastbadger:
Will we get to see this amazing bra in a set someday?
tarnish:
I'd like that, I have hardly any good clothes, lol. it sucks, especially since Im trying to find a job and I dont have much thats appropriate for anything more than hot topic. Which is still cool, I love my style, and any clothes are good right now. lol. I'll talk to Derek about it and make sure he's down to cover me on the shipping. Is there anyway you can maybe take digi cam or web cam pics of them? maybe that would make it a little easier? Whatever works for you is good for me. 
