My wife bought a push-up bra the other day. She wore it out the other night, and to be honest, I didn’t actually notice until she mentioned it. Her breasts were clearly a cup or two bigger than what I was used to. She was evidently pleased with her apparent achievement; she asked me what I thought of it. “The reason people are attracted to each other is to create the strongest possible offspring,” I said. “I’ve chosen you as my partner and am therefore, genetically, attracted to small breasts. If you lie about your appearance then you will only gain the attention of people attracted to that lie.”
She looked at me with disgust. “I was only trying to look good for you,” she said.
“I don’t think you understand what I’m saying,” I argued. “I’m telling you that I find you very attractive; I’m just not attracted to this lie you’re creating. It’s a compliment.”
She walked out of the restaurant in a storm. We hadn’t even had finished our entrée.
She looked at me with disgust. “I was only trying to look good for you,” she said.
“I don’t think you understand what I’m saying,” I argued. “I’m telling you that I find you very attractive; I’m just not attracted to this lie you’re creating. It’s a compliment.”
She walked out of the restaurant in a storm. We hadn’t even had finished our entrée.