Okay so I've been living the past year in total disillusionment. I finally decided to have one of those cute young Victoria Secret sales assistant's measure my breasts and fit me for a bra. I always hear that about 80% of the women in the world are walking around wearing an ill-fitting bra. I figure, I'm smart. I'm not delusional. Could I possibly fuck up my bra size that badly? Nahh...Besides, how many opportunities do you get in life where it is actually another girls job to touch your breasts in a non-medical manner without having to pay them? So what the hell. I did it.
The girl asked me what I usually wear. I replied -- Oh...depends on the Bra. Typically, it's a 36B or 36C.
The girl responded back. "Well you are definitely a 34".............................................then a long pause...............and she replies a "D". I'm like "Are you serious?!!!!!!"
Damn, I had stripper measurements and didn't even know it. That pathetically just made my weekend.
The girl asked me what I usually wear. I replied -- Oh...depends on the Bra. Typically, it's a 36B or 36C.
The girl responded back. "Well you are definitely a 34".............................................then a long pause...............and she replies a "D". I'm like "Are you serious?!!!!!!"
Damn, I had stripper measurements and didn't even know it. That pathetically just made my weekend.
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everthere:
So this is what it feels like when a deer is caught in headlights.
velvet_petal:
Woah! Babe alert! I too had fallen into the trap of buying one size up but one cup too small. We are like sisters in our sizing disabilities.