"Yes, I see you smiling at me. You say hello, I say hello back. I walk up to the bar alone and you take the opportunity to come say hello again. You’re cute and I’m a little drunk. A perfect combination. Being a guy in your mid-twenties, you necessarily have nothing interesting to say, but I’m mildly entertained by your wanton use of cliched movie quotes. I start looking anxiously at the bartender, the only one on shift, giving her The Eye. Hurry up, please, I mentally beg her. All seems well until your eyes fall to my chest level and you exclaim, “WOW, are those D’s???” I’m in disbelief. I reply, “Are you seriously talking about my CHEST?!” His tongue literally hanging out of his mouth, he replies, “They’re HUGE!” And where is my God-damn drink! Bartender’s tip is shrinking with each passing sweep of his bulging eyes toward my chest. After an eternity, she places my Malibu and diet on the bar, I plunk down my $7 and return to the back corner where my friends are waiting."
[insert “Rate this HUGE breasted cheerful big tit girl from CLS” allusion here]