Lets face it, we men are obsessed with womens bodies and yet if I needed to tell someone the size of her breasts the best I could probably muster would be just about right and if she were to ask me right now what her dress size was I would probably mutter that it didnt make her bum look big at all. This is in part due to my ever-present attempt to gain brownie points and not spend the night sleeping in the kitchen with the dog, but it is in one big part due to my ignorance. Ask her what size my waist is and she could tell you without a seconds hesitation. It really isnt that difficult to find out this information either and the list of instructions on how to find out would consist solely of:
1 Open cupboard door.
2 Remove appropriate garment.
3 Check label and make mental note of size.
Even my brain could cope with that first thing in the morning but despite telling myself I should do it I never actually remember to. This could partially be because there is something instilled in the back of my brain that tells me the second I remove her bra and start ferreting around inside it, her mother is bound to burst down the front door unannounced and catch...