Does size matter?

I have a dream, that one day I will walk into a store and the lady’s answer will be:” sorry m’am, your size is so small that we don’t make size 0!”

Imagine that!

One of the most influential scenes in the history of cinema dedicated to women was from Pretty Woman. Julia Roberts, looking gorgeous, gets rejected in one of the most exquisite boutiques on Rodeo Drive! Thing is, who the hell are the saleswoman to judge. So what if I wanna try on a size 0? What if I like humiliating myself in front of the mirror? It’s my business and not some idiotic saleswoman folding cloths for a fucking living! Sometimes it’s annoying, only you know the dimensions of your body and no one else. Even the men who have penetrated you wouldn’t remember the shape of your nipples if their lives counted on it. So I say no more saleswomen! Seriously shopping has become a one-woman job and no one else required. I rather go into their stock room instead of hearing them lie to me and say it’s the last piece on display! Yeah right, she’s probably saving it for someone else. Someone slimmer or richer, perhaps. I honestly am not very shy about my weight; luckily ive had some great feedback from the men leaving my bed at night, or morning! Do men fake it as much as we do? I wonder how many times ive given a fake orgasm? Would I be that dumb to not feel him come inside me? Sometimes you really don’t feel much will all the intense heat and rubbing. It’s not my fault I don’t have fifty eyeballs. I ask the question often during sex “did you come?” and in return I get this look as of im home-schooled child from the 50’s. It’s not like I was able to discuss sex with my friends. They all had sex but lied to each other about having it. You later discover that talking about it becomes easier. Coming from Beirut, Lebanon I never thought of sex before marriage. I had met so many guys that made it clear to me that they would never marry a woman who has kissed someone other than her mother’s lips! Imagine, I fell in love with this Syrian guy for six years of my life. I was eager to have him intimately. We did everything together but not that. Even when I assured him that I was ready and really loved him he still resisted, fearing the fact that he would have to take responsibility for being my first. Can someone please explain! In the states, men would be honored, in Lebanon men totally turn gay. I wasted six years of my life thinking I could spend the rest of my life with this guy, that we genuinely loved each other. All my actions depended on his, I would pick the color of underwear because he might get a glimpse of it while I bended to pick something up or painted my nails in that bright red because it made him feel sexy. I did all sorts of things and he couldn’t even do the one thing that would satisfy both of us. Were in Saudi Arabia or other Gulf countries for him to discover his morals all of a sudden, were branded as the Paris of the Middle East! We are opened minded, we do go clubbing and do drugs and we do do Anal!