Busty girl does not find conversational match on night out

Budapest. Hungary. “I don’t always go out on Saturday evenings, but when I do, I harbor the secret desire to meet someone I can talk to. I usually go out with my friends and make sure I wear something even my grandmother would frown upon in terms of modesty. All to no avail. From the moment I am introduced to someone, I notice how hard it is for them to maintain eye contact, although we have already been convinced by endless repetition that the eyes are the window to the soul.

Apparently, it is not my soul they want to get into.

At this point, I feel as though my cup size is the only thing standing between me and happiness.

I’m thinking of joining a bird-watching club.”

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