Cookies and Boobs
Pru and I went out for cocktails recently. Pru's been fairly blessed with a nice "personality" as my old dance teacher Kendi used to say. "When you're on that field girls don't be afraid to show us your personality". As the Stage Manager in Our Town said, "Smoke 'em if you got 'em." Well Pru's got 'em and this night she was definitely smokin'.
Now it must be fairly obvious that girls want guys to appreciate their nice racks from time to time else we wouldn't wear clothing that accentuates the area in question. I've always found it a bit absurd that women who wear low cut tops act so incensed when a guy looks at what amounts to the fashion equivalents of a big-ass arrow all but screaming "Look Here!."
That said, I find it equally absurd that a guy loses all sense of reason when there is a little cleavage in the room. Personally I think for women boobs are all about The Big Test. It's just like Portia looking for a suitor in The Merchant of Venice. Things aren't always what they seem. Boobs are the Big Test for Pru at least.
Pru wants to know if a man has the self-control to keep himself together until such time as he is invited. She wants the guy, while he may be just as hungry, that doesn't salivate like Pavlov's dog when he hears the dinner bell.
It's like being a kid and seeing an open jar of cookies. They smell good. They look good. But you are playing at a friend's house and you can't just take somebody else's cookies. A kid has to realize if the jar is open or the cookies are fresh baked, they are likely baked just for him.
I think most guys need to learn this lesson. A little patience might get you more than a stolen cookie; a little patience and self control might get you cookies....and milk.