Going on a date with Elizabeth tonight. We’re going to see The Wolverine, I think. I forgot to mention by the way, Elizabeth is my girlfriend.
We’ve been dating since the beginning of junior year, so we’ve been together a pretty long time now. I like spending time with Elizabeth, she’s a cool girl and one of my best friends. She’s pretty, but she’s not like a super girly girl. She doesn’t wear a lot of makeup. But she has enormous boobs. I remember the first time we really talked to each other, when we were freshmen doing group project in Civics class. We were supposed to be talking about whatever it was we were talking about, the Supreme Court maybe, I don’t know, I don’t remember, but like the whole time I couldn’t take my eyes off her boobs, they were so big. They must have their own gravitational pull, cuz they kept pulling my eyes down there. She was wearing a pink fluffy sweater that she wore all the time back then, kinda tight, and I think it made them look even bigger. Anyway, I’m sure she caught me staring and when I looked back up at her she had a really straight face but I know she was probably thinking, “What a typical pervy boy.”
Elizabeth is actually a good girl, and really smart too. She’s got accepted into the freaking Ivy League, after all. I didn’t even apply to an Ivy, because I knew I wouldn’t get in. She’s also on the softball team. Maybe that’s one of the only sports teams that accepts girls with humungus boobs like hers. Actually she told me that as a freshman they really embarrassed her, and that’s why she would wear baggy tshirts all the time back then, to hide them.
Anyway, I’m not trying to be macho or prove I’m straight or anything by going on and on about how big my girlfriend’s boobs are. I already admitted I’m gay after all. I guess I could have just said “Elizabeth has big boobs,” and that would have been enough, or maybe I could have left them out all together. But it’s somehow important because… well, I don’t know why. Sometimes I think she’s being wasted on me though. I bet a straight dude could have a lot of fun with those things. Not that I haven’t touched them before… and more… but, you know what I mean. You also know that I’m a virgin, so maybe what I’m actually doing is saving Elizabeth from all the horny guys at my school. I’m keeping her a good girl.
And sometimes I wonder if Elizabeth wonders about me, because I’m not interested enough in her boobs. And another thing.
Well, anyway that’s enough writing about boobs today. What am I even doing on this blog.