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Gee Whiz
By Joanne Zimmermann
Men will really never appreciate all that we ladies have to do in order to get a perfect fit in our bra choices. For many years I have been a size 38C with the 38 meaning my chest size measured below my bust and C referring to the cup size.
It seems that lately I needed to get a 40 so as not to constrict my breathing.
A 40C is pretty hard to find and kind of plain, industrial chic while all the frilly, girly ones are in smaller sizes. I also prefer ones that open in the front as they are easier to put on but not too easy to find.
I am not the youngest in the room anymore and comfort is getting to be the main goal but I was still hoping that I could still be kind of sexy too.
I left my companion at the center court of the mall and said I was going to the department store foundation section where a fitter was on duty. I had already been rejected at Victoria’s Secret, size-wise, much to his dismay because he wanted to permanently camp out. How strange that was!
Upon entering the upstairs bra department, I met a great saleslady and there was no other customer at the time. She happily brought me some trial numbers in 40B and 38C, and again I was frustrated that such a large department store would not have my size of 40C.
She did explain that front closing bras would not really give me the support I now needed (wonder why) and suggested I try a rear-loading model. After she helped me put one on, she said I really was not a 40C and brought her tape measure to prove it.
Well, I could not believe I was only a 34, but she also added that I was a triple D, a DDD for heaven’s sake. How could that be? I am 81 and this sounded like Dolly Parton.
I humored her while trying on several versions for her to determine just what kind I could wear, with names and prices I never heard of before.
Finally she found a frilly white one that almost fit the bill but in that model the triple D was not enough and a brand new size was coming next week, a 34G.” A what?? What happened to E and F? Gee Whiz!
Another clerk called back asking if a Joanne was in there? My honey was worried and wondered what could possibly be taking so long.
I quickly dressed and came out where the clerk handed me her card with the bra name and size and asked that I call her in a week or so when I would be the first to own such a new super-size.
My lover was just amazed at my newly announced figure and his eyes rolled around with sheer delight.
The clerk seemed overjoyed to bring such happiness to a couple who obviously thought such pleasures to be way in the past and as we went down the escalator holding hands, I was thinking how good it is to be alive.
He was thinking of what he was going to tell his bridge buddies.
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Gee Whiz
By Joanne Zimmermann
Men will really never appreciate all that we ladies have to do in order to get a perfect fit in our bra choices. For many years I have been a size 38C with the 38 meaning my chest size measured below my bust and C referring to the cup size.
It seems that lately I needed to get a 40 so as not to constrict my breathing.
A 40C is pretty hard to find and kind of plain, industrial chic while all the frilly, girly ones are in smaller sizes. I also prefer ones that open in the front as they are easier to put on but not too easy to find.
I am not the youngest in the room anymore and comfort is getting to be the main goal but I was still hoping that I could still be kind of sexy too.
I left my companion at the center court of the mall and said I was going to the department store foundation section where a fitter was on duty. I had already been rejected at Victoria’s Secret, size-wise, much to his dismay because he wanted to permanently camp out. How strange that was!
Upon entering the upstairs bra department, I met a great saleslady and there was no other customer at the time. She happily brought me some trial numbers in 40B and 38C, and again I was frustrated that such a large department store would not have my size of 40C.
She did explain that front closing bras would not really give me the support I now needed (wonder why) and suggested I try a rear-loading model. After she helped me put one on, she said I really was not a 40C and brought her tape measure to prove it.
Well, I could not believe I was only a 34, but she also added that I was a triple D, a DDD for heaven’s sake. How could that be? I am 81 and this sounded like Dolly Parton.
I humored her while trying on several versions for her to determine just what kind I could wear, with names and prices I never heard of before.
Finally she found a frilly white one that almost fit the bill but in that model the triple D was not enough and a brand new size was coming next week, a 34G.” A what?? What happened to E and F? Gee Whiz!
Another clerk called back asking if a Joanne was in there? My honey was worried and wondered what could possibly be taking so long.
I quickly dressed and came out where the clerk handed me her card with the bra name and size and asked that I call her in a week or so when I would be the first to own such a new super-size.
My lover was just amazed at my newly announced figure and his eyes rolled around with sheer delight.
The clerk seemed overjoyed to bring such happiness to a couple who obviously thought such pleasures to be way in the past and as we went down the escalator holding hands, I was thinking how good it is to be alive.
He was thinking of what he was going to tell his bridge buddies.
