Big Breastasis And A Teller Perv

Those who know me, no about my big breastasis. It's funny, now that I think about it, I used to be really uncomfortable and self conscious about them. Especially having 80 pound, no T&A, korean girls as friends....no offense gals, got nuttin but <3 for ya. Anyhow, when and how I came out of my shell...your guess is as good as mine. I'm proud of my breastasis now. I'm all T&A and proud, because not a cent was spent to create me. So, I'm at the bank, and the teller is asking for my info.......till I noticed he was looking at my boobs...WTF? Have we not seen cleveage before? I mean this guy would not take his damn eyes of my boobs...so I finally got the courage to say what I've always wanted to say to pervs like him, "my eyes are up here". Perv was so embarrased he turned red, and started to stutter. In a way I felt bad, but at the same time, it felt so good. Then, he tried to change the subject, and dug a deeper hole for himself.

Teller Perv: So what nationality are you?
Me: Korean (I've always said Korean, since I grew up so koreanized...don't even acknowledge the German part of me)
Teller Perv: Korean? So Asian, right?
Me: Yup
Teller Perv: That's really cool, cause Asians aren't really built like you.

DUM DUM DUM

Oh no he didnt......not built like me? WTF, am I some Amer-Asian Sumo wrestler...talkn bout built like me

Me: EXCUSE me?
Teller Perv: No, no, please don't take it the wrong way, you're beautiful, it's just that all the asians I ever knew were so petite.
Me: ok, you know what, you might just wanna stop while you're at it....
Teller Perv: No, not that you're fat, that's not what I'm saying
Me: No, I know what you're saying, and I know what you're seeing. We should just finish up here and pretend we never had this conversation.
Teller Perv: I really am sorry, could I maybe buy you a cup of coffee or something to make it up to you.....just give me your number we can maybe set up a date or something.
Me: not only am I offended, and disgusted....but I'm a happily married woman, and even if I were single...it wouldn't happen.
He apolgized again, gave me my things.....and that was that.

I sat in my car for second and thought about what had happened. It kinda felt good to know that I still "got it"....but I felt so...ummm....whorish. So I tell Jhonnie what had happened, and he sat there with a grin.....hello? Are we not going to say anything here? Jhonnie then says," you do know that your boobs are pretty big, right?" Just like him to say something like that. Boobs aren't that big of a deal, or are they? Are breasts a blessing in disguise? Looks like I'll be crawling back into my shell for awhile, or at least till I get over this traumatization.