I wish the 2016 reality was real today...

Good day readers and followers.  Here we are in 2021.  Year two of the pandemic has officially started here in the USA.  Masks, staying apart...far apart.  Yes, here we are staying far apart and I am still single. STIILLLLLLL single.  I used to write a blog about my dating travails, mostly on the challenges of e-dating.  Now virtual dating would be almost the only thing I would want to do.  I was able to go back and look at some of what challenged me and made my readers laugh.

The fun part was reading what the actual reality was before the lockdown, the six-feet-apart, wear your mask, wash your hands reality.  The blog was called E-dating and the New Reality.  Looking back, I would love that to be the current reality.

Around Christmastime back in 2016 I wrote a piece that could not happen now.  There is almost no indoor dining, no hanging out-and I wouldn't want to anyway. I wrote an observational piece that had the word breast in the title.  Twice. There are some laugh out loud unfiltered opinions because that was me.  It caused more than a few discussions from my handful of female friends.  Edited for brevity is part of that piece.

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Breasts, and most women have two so I had to put it in the subject line twice.  More on that later...now that I have your attention.  The e-dating world is an unusual place, it is the new reality but its not really all that real just same.  I recently had a discussion with someone, much like myself who views the e-sites as a necessary evil of the new reality.

We both mostly agreed that perusing the sites is much the same as watching traffic go by (my analogy).  Each vehicle has a different driver, some happy, some angry, some singing and others doing I don't even know what they were doing.  Different types of people, different hair styles, body types.  In the blink on the screen we all have to make a decision, click or don't click?  In short, do we run into traffic to make it stop?  Are we running into the path of a truck that we can't see? See what I mean gang?

Anyway in the pursuit of a "matching vehicle" some sites are supposedly tracking your history so you know if maybe you reached out before etc.  Well, I have a very good memory and there have been a few that I know I've had e-discussions or e-mailed but the history section says cheerfully "You have none, take a chance!" or some other cheerleader like phrase like my long ago friend DD used to say to me "If you don't make an effort you'll never know if she's interested."  Yes, but in today's parlance the Answerman says " I made the effort and even the e-site masters forgot -so why bother?  Really it's all nonsense. I don't really know.  I said it - I don't really have an answer there dear readers.

Back to the subject line tag line, breasts, not right or wrong...but right and left.  Anyway, a prospective date flashed up on my screen with a profile picture in a winter coat that despite its considerable thickness could not hide the fact that this woman had unusually large breasts.  One thing to note in full disclosure;  Answerman- not a breast man.  Even with that fact the pic was intriguing enough that I opened the full profile and picture catalog to see if it were somehow just a thick-winter-coat-camera-angle thing.  No, nope in her remaining photos, sans winter coat she was big chested enough to warrant  some sort of device to keep her from falling head over toes.  Many men would be thinking "wow that's great!"

I was thinking, good lord that has got to be uncomfortable and man!, her back has got to be killing her by the end of the day.  I never said that I think like the majority.  I fast forward a few days and after an extraordinarily long work day and a few business errands I stopped for a rest and a beer near my office.  As I mentioned in prior blogs I think people watching is an intriguing sport of sorts.  

A few seats away from me sat two women who entered at close to the same time and were obviously close friends.   I would put both in a body type category closer to what I find attractive, slender, athletic and as breasts go, more "tweeters than hooters."  Since I have many female friends I've heard many woman to woman conversations.  After exchanging pleasantries the one with glasses says to the other, "you look great, your boobs are nice and perky or is that just your sweater?"

The I- can't- make- this- up response;  (while fully cupping both breasts) "Oh, thanks, it might be the sweater...or the fact that I'm about to start my period."  This was at about 6:30pm in a fairly crowded bar area that is essentially in the dining room of the restaurant.  I just had to smile.  One of the women's boyfriend walks in and  the discussion changed until pre-menstrual Mary (PMM)excuses herself.  Girl with the glasses proceeds to discuss breasts again with her friend's boyfriend and is making gestures with her hands as if she's gripping up and rubbing her friends now invisible breasts.

It was all hilarious.  Girl with glasses, in the opinion of the Answerman, had smaller versions of her pre-menstrual friend's boobs.  Either set was fine...yeah, that was out loud.  After PMM returns they amped up the conversation with each cupping themselves in the conversation almost oblivious to their surroundings.  I didn't offer my opinion, which was tough to do because I am outspoken and I was totally pulled in.

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At the time I wrote "The Answerman says real reality has it all over the new reality.  Large Breasts are great on a turkey on Thanksgiving.  I prefer small to medium - even though no one asked!"  In 2021 The Answerman says "I would take that 2016 reality over now on any day.  Hopefully all of you got a a laugh or a smile...reading and looking back."