I take part in a charity dragon boat
race – my pectoral muscles hold up well and I am encouraged. The main thing
that stopped me rowing faster was too much laughing.
I suspect my larger breasts are
attracting unaccustomed attention which I find bizarre. In the space of a week I am propositioned by a
random man outside Sainsbury’s and a friend’s personal trainer, as well as
personally escorted to my destination by a stranger at Canary Wharf and had
doors held open for me more than usual. I reflect on the shallow nature of man.
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