2002-05-25 - 1:14 a.m.
What is it about breasts that fascinate men so much?
This question has been on my mind all night. But I'll get to the reason behind all that in a bit...
Today, Pat and I spent the day in the city, since the weather was just lovely. I had such a nice time, really. It was the perfect weather for some gelati (I would have loved that!) but I had to stop myself coz I'm trying to lose some weight. So we just had a sensible lunch at some cozy cafe on Madison Ave. After that, we spent half the day in The Met, rekindling our art appreciation, interested in the Japanese and Medieval swords and armors. I reckon Pat enjoyed his first visit to the museum very much. So maybe we'll do it more now? Hope so...
At around 8p, we went for a short walk along the perimeter of Central Park. I bet it sounds romantic and all. In truth though, it would have been really nice if it weren't for those stinkin', poopin' horses going around. Don't get me wrong, I love the sight of those horses and carriages, but the smell is just odorous!
When we've had enough of the smell, we ended up catching a cab to Times Square. We went inside some shops, but they just made me wish I had a whopping sum in my bank account. I had to remind myself that I MUST place my needs first before the growing list of wants. SIGH. Why am I prone to being sucked in by this material world? SIGH again.
It's okay though. Even though I couldn't afford the stuff I desperately want YET, at least I had a great dinner. Pat and I tried out Ruby Foo's on Times Square and had some magnificent sushi. Nate, his brother, always talks about that place so we finally tried it. Although it wasn't exactly authentic Japanese, the rolls were extraordinary. It turned out to be quite pricey too. But you see, sushi is a shared passion between Pat and I. I guess it's forgivable?
So there goes my wonderful day out.
Now back to my question at the beginning of this entry.
What is it with men and boobs?
When Pat and I were leaving The Met, he told me that a lot of the men who'd pass us by would look at him, and then the gaze would drop to my chest. I never really noticed it before he pointed it out. But I guess my nonchalance faded soon after. I still didn't admit that he was right tho', coz doing so would have seemed too vain of me.
Up to now, I still don't know whether to feel flattered or offended. I mean, I was wearing a pair of jeans and a pink vintage tank that showed some cleavage, but wasn't indecent at all. At least I don't think so. There were worse ones I saw, really.
You know what, I really think men should have breasts instead of us ladies. Could it possibly be a mistake on the part of creation and evolution? They want it so much, then why not have it? They'd probably treat their own boobs like newborn infants. Why, they even have special names for it -- Boobies, Boulders, Maracas, Mammaries, Melons, Grapefruits, Bee-Stings, Binoculars, Milk Depot, Ninnies and others.
Some women should still have it of course, coz many love the admiration they get from it. Besides, breasts can possess such beauty that makes women feel beautiful as well. But if humans had a choice on the matter, I bet there'd be more men who'd INITIALLY opt to have breasts than women. Don't you think? Men are just so fascinated by these soft mounds, it really puzzles me!
You see, if men had breasts, they'd enjoy themselves loads because they have their own to play with and fondle. They can also stare at it for as long as they want without being called a pervert.
Eventually tho', they'd realize how uncomfortable, or even embarrassing these boobies get since they are such a visible part of the body. You know... they way the jiggle when walking, how they hop along when jumping, the way bra straps leave those itchy marks, or how they make us feel self-conscious when it's cold, worrying about getting 'peanuts'.
By nature, what I'm suggesting is physically impossible. However, isn't it a good idea, even say, temporarily? It's one way to build a bridge that connects the two planets of Mars and Venus. Hence, men would understand women better, so maybe making us happy wouldn't be too hard a task.
In any case, I just hope that ALL men out there know that breasts are NOT the essence of a woman's appeal, or sexiness for that matter. Intelligence, a good heart, shining eyes, a winning smile, and an interesting sense of humor can be just as attractive as a Pamela-Anderson-like cleavage.
In fact, I think these qualities should be considered more important and given more ATTENTION and STARES. But we don't live in a perfect world now, do we?
