Went to a concert Saturday night and while walking around during a break I ran into one of the volunteers from the cancer clinic I've spent far too much time at. She's very attractive and a total sweetheart -- one of those people whose personality alone could give you diabetes. What I hadn't noticed in my chemo stupor at the clinic is that she's respectfully busty as well! She must have underplayed them for the sickies, but at the concert she was wearing an exceptional low-cut top affording a handsome view to everyone (and I enjoyed my share of view!)
When she spotted me, she came over and gave me a big hug.... a big, looooong hug.... an almost "what's going on here?" hug. And of course the whole time I was enjoying the feel of her torpedoes pressed to my chest. It's funny -- since I lost the sensation of touch in my hands, this might have been my best "feelski" opportunity with her!
We talked... she said I look great, a few times. When she finally left, the buddy I was there with said "Damn, does she ever adore you!"
Sorry, but I'm not going to undergo any more chemo just to see her again...
