I know what you mean. I haven't looked a big breasted woman in the eyes since I turned 14.
Lol. I think I have more self-control than that, but I share the underlying disposition. I was once in a project that involved frequent contact with a young lady with quite extraordinarily large knockers in proportion to the rest of her figure. I never, ever stared at them, but whenever I was in her presence, my mind was occupied with either plotting how to get a glance at them without attracting her attention or else commanding myself, "Don't look at her boobs, don't look at her boobs, don't look at her boobs. . . ."
The odd thing is that I don't give a very high priority to large breasts as far as the physical desirability of a woman is concerned; I just can't help wanting to LOOK. For instance, on the first page of the Business section of this morning's
New York Times, under the headline "F.T.C. Accuses Tax Relief Company of Empty Promises," I saw
this photograph of a man and a woman standing at a podium. If you look at the photograph, you will have no difficulty seeing why it got my attention. Now, that woman's figure is certainly not top-of-the-list for me (not that I would kick her out of bed for eating crackers); but if I were in the audience, it would be all I could do not to gape and drool at her upper balcony.
