Often when I am feeling that I would like some significant-other figure in my life, I think to myself “I want someone who will love my boobs.”
But then I am confused by my own words. I don’t want someone who’ll list my boobs as the thing they love most about me, someone who’ll be all “I’m a boob man and you’ve got great tits!”
But tonight I figured it out. I want someone who will love my boobs not because he thinks they are great boobs (though that would be nice as well) but because they are my boobs. Because they are a part of me, whom he loves. That is what I want.
So I guess what I mean by “I want someone who will love my boobs” is really “I want someone who will love me.”
It’s all in the translation.
