I dedicate this blog to Huggaboob and others like him.

I'm posting this blog because Aleta asked me to start again.
I'm trying, really, but it seems that I forget what I want to say when I actually start writing. Alzheimer's early? Not funny...since it's coming one day.

Anyway, she was asking about a guy I like to call Huggaboob.
He's a friend of my brother's that tends to well..hug my boobs.
This older gentleman *cough* tries to play it off as being friendly and hugging the sister of his friend, but I know the truth and so does he. I'd kick him in the balls, as Aleta suggested, but honestly, some days, I just wanna say.. "Here - why don'tcha just give 'em a good squeeze...maybe even do a Jim Carey from Liar Liar and get this over with. Then, we can go on to nice normal conversation, perhaps shoot a few games of pool where you let me win because you think that I'm the type of girl who HAS to win. You'd be wrong, btw. I won't even use the bridge when I can't reach a shot because I'll be seen as weak . Perhaps because I'm a little stubborn, too. And yes, guys, if I see you use the bridge, you lose some masculinity in my eyes. Not that you care. But...just so you know.
Back to huggaboob..and the like.. it's ok if you stare. Really, I don't mind. That's why I've put 'em out there. It's my best asset..so why not show it off? Maybe, just maybe you'll pay attention to the girls instead of my ..um ..large butt or tummy. I don't even mind you commenting. Honest. Well, as long as it's a nice comment, anyway. But guys, don't try to "get away" with the other stuff. Don't try to be all suave about it, because you're not. I know what you're thinking. I can see it in your eyes...and yes, I can see where your eyes are looking..I'm short..the only other possible explanation is that you're looking at the floor..and well..you cocky bastards would never avert your eyes to the floor, would you?