I must be waaay too self conscious, but here's my little boob insecurity story...I dated a 44 year old millionare who was very handsome for his age and he has a very very nice body, a perfect tan and perfect hair, etc. We met at my restaurant and we started dating. He really liked me a lot and he was always talking about how he wanted to take me on vacations, at least every two months, how I should come to live with him in his big house, etc. After about a month or two (I don't remember) of dating, we slept together. I had my push-up bikini top on that makes it look like I have cleavage and things went well, I could tell he was turned on, whatever. Then, the next time we did it, he took my shirt off. Well, I'm a 32 B, so I'm small (but perky) and if I eat enough salt and I have PMS I can work my way up to almost a C
Anyway, he couldn't get hard. I figured it was because he must be a boob man. Some men like butts, some men need boobs. I figured if he's a boob man, this isn't gonna work out, so I broke up with him. Maybe it WAS my boobs, I'll never know. I mean, the guy was 44, he could just have some impotence, I don't know. Even though I'm on the small side, I think they're pretty compared to other women's I've seen in pictures. At least they're the same size and I don't have giant nipples or anything. Oh well, I may have dumped a perfectly good guy because of stupid insecurities. I never told him why I broke up with him. Doesn't matter, I'm glad I met my husband. He likes them