hawl: Large (though non-freakish) breast size is a plus, but it is very, very far down on the list of important attributes for me. I suspect many women feel the same way about penis size. If other things are O.K., like personality/vibe and general sexiness (I am quite instinctually prejudiced toward the in-shape or thin, and the non-tall), then I have been known to be completely happy with an A-cup (or conceivably below that, if there is such a size). Conversely, large breasts can't save a sinking ship. You can only coast on them so far, ladies, at least with me. Thus, breast implants are a turn-off. Stop worrying and save your money, or spend it instead on improving your mind or getting some hot low-rise jeans. Also, as Dee mentioned, watch out for makeup. If I was hot for the clown look I'd cruise the circus. Implants don't look enough like the real thing, and they make me wonder what was so wrong with the originals. They also make me wonder about the woman being plagued by possible neuroses if not actual screamin' demons. Back to "birds of a feather"(or as Robertxxx memorably complained, "hung hang together"). Sociologists accept that humans, like most or all animals, usually engage in "assortative mating". That is, the couples you see at the altar may not have been born with the same last name like FDR and Eleanor, but they are not likely to be extreme opposites in terms of most things, from ethnicity to religion to height and weight to educational attainment/career choices. I find I definitely prefer feeling I'm "on the same page" with a girl, and the sexual preference for non-tall ectomorphs like myself feels very strong and natural. Anyway, I don't mind being the endowed one in the couple, I think I've probably said something wack at one time like "Don't worry, baby, I'm endowed enough for both of us".