...Okay, some kinda corner's been turned. I went home tonight with a
very beautiful girl (with maybe the greatest ass in the Midwest, btw) and she'd mentioned earlier in the evening that she's getting implants next week to go from a B to a large C. She was REALLY excited about it, so I was like "Hey, that's awesome, I love seeing a girl get excited about her tits," right?
...But then I actually got my hands on the pre-op pair and whatnot, and man...they're
perfect the way they are now. I actually said, "Damn...are...you, like...sure you wanna do this? It'd be a damn shame to cut these." She was surprised to hear me say that and I was like, "No, you have no IDEA how surprising that is coming from me" and explained my situation. I was like "I never thought I'd hear myself saying these words. I...I don't know myself anymore."

I'm really sad she's monkeying around with such pretty breasts, though. Especially since I have less than a week to really burn them into my memory as they are now.