Women, we men love you big (DD), small (A), or in between (B-C), but I realize your breasts are somewhat the analgolous of our penises. My g/f watches these dumb shows that are specifically targeted for her demograaphic. The E! Channel's Dr. 90210 is one of them. If you are a heterosexual male, grab a Beck's and watch a re-run of NFL's Greatest Moments in another room as this show is the prime time equivalent of a soap opera.
I was in a cuddly mood one Monday night and g/f was reciprocating when Dr. 90210 came on. That night an attractice woman from Orange County wanted big bazooms along with an adult film star with a heart of pure $$$. The doc on the TV practices plastic surgery on Bedford Dr., Beverly Hills where office space rents are only slighty below those two blocks over on Rodeo Dr. He also greets patients wearing a Brioni and a stethoscope rather than ER greens with a stethoscope. During the show, Dr. Robert Rey started grating on my nerves- does he mow his lawn in a goddamn suit and Italian silk tie?
His first patient, the cute woman from Orange County, is shown with only the faintest blurring of her breasts, but being cable one can easily distinguish that hers are already nice full "B's" with provacatively large areole. She clearly doesn't need larger breasts, but beyond Dr. Rey's professional demeanor the guy has an effect on patients the same way Brad Pitt has on his female fans.
Dr Rey: "Now my hands are very cold," he states feeling her up for breast shape and dimension. She gives a little excited shudder and her nips promptly sprout like sewing thimbles.
Patient: "Dr. X only spent a couple of minutes with me, but Dr. Rey spent nearly an hour!"
At the end of that hour, Dr. Rey has her lubricating enough to grease a Boeing 747; she eagerly parts with 8 grand for the operation. Right then and there, I had seen enough to spark my male revulsion and envy to never- ever to watch another episode of Dr. 90210.
But then Robert Rey goes home to a surprising modest domicile to see wifey-pooh and kids. This is neccessary in a show like this because the viewer must figure with his Brazilian/Italian quasi-playboy persona, you've GOT to show him as the honerable monogomous dude any woman dies to get hitched to. 'Ol Dr. Rey has nothing to complain about either. Wife Haley is a sleek uber-babe blonde from Canada with Elle and Vogue looks- and major league waboos. Great advertisement.
Anyway ladies, if you've ever wanted to see a breast enlargement operation on TV, tune in to the E! Channel Monday nights at ten. But I'm not driving my g/f up the 405 to see Dr. Rey!!!!!!!!!!!