I was attracted to my girlfriend of six months before I ever saw her, during the three months we communicated by phone and e-mail for business. When we met, I discovered she\’s very beautiful — with one drawback: her enormous breast implants. Four years ago, she went from what was probably a very attractive B to a whopping DDD, and on a 5-foot-five-inch, 120-pound frame. Her implants are the new kind that feel more lifelike, but they don\’t turn me on and they\’re embarrassingly big and obviously fake. She loves them and shows them off in low-cut tops, while I find myself hinting that she should cover up before we go out. She may as well be wearing a siren on her head — the attention would be the same! She seems to be falling for me hard and the feeling\’s mostly mutual, but these implants could be a deal-killer. 

— D-D-Don\’t Like \’Em

The moment a guy mentions a woman\’s looks, fingers start wagging that it\’s what\’s inside that counts. And yes, it is — including whatever\’s factory-sealed into those Hefty bags making up Mount Whitney and Friend.

Men\’s eyes always go to a woman\’s breasts. No guy\’s going to avert his gaze from a set of Bs, or even a set of bee stings. They\’re breasts. That\’s all that matters. But enter a pair like your girlfriend\’s, lobbying hard for attention, and suddenly it\’s not just the guys\’ eyeballs wandering; their minds start wandering, too: Is she a sex worker? Heir to porn star Wendy Whoppers? Does her version of dressing in \”career separates\” involve gluing on a pair of tassels? Or, on a less sexy note, how much wearable low self-worth can one woman pack into a baby tee?

A lot of guys hate bought boobs, but maybe you could\’ve lived with your girlfriend\’s if she\’d opted for the medium instead of the Supersized. Being with a girl with freakishly huge fake breasts is a bit like being a celebrity — the negative bit, that is. Just as Cindy Crawford can\’t pick her nose in public without it making the international press, you can\’t get a cup of coffee without the guy behind the counter asking your girlfriend\’s nipples if he can take their drink order.

Unless her sweater hippos spring a leak, they aren\’t going to get any smaller — and neither will your feeling that they\’re ugly, tacky and embarrassing. Where you went wrong was in being so eager to make it work with her that you ignored your feelings, pretending that you might someday have the hots for what grosses you out. You may like her and mostly enjoy being with her, but there\’s a part of her you just can\’t accept — the part that paid thousands of dollars for a look that screams \”Hooters is hiring!\”

The right time to end this was the moment you saw the pontoons bursting out of her tiny top and felt the impulse, not to dive in, but to cover them with a tarp. Well, better way too late than even later. You don\’t have to reveal what you really think of Dr. Frankenstein\’s work. Just tell her you\’re a low-key guy and you\’re always going to feel out of sorts with the crowds she draws with her chest. In the long run, she\’ll be happier with somebody whose aesthetic ideal runs more to the circus-sized — as will you be happier, once you find a woman whose idea of beauty isn\’t looking like the gas station attendant stuck an air hose down her bra and went to lunch.

Terms of entrapment

Whether it\’s a store clerk, a co-worker or a guy I\’m dating, when I ask men how much I weigh, they always guess 20 to 30 pounds more. Doesn\’t a woman who weighs 110 have a right to feel insulted if a guy thinks she\’s 140? Why is it that men can never guess a woman\’s weight? 

— Asking For The Truth

Why is it that women can never guess the number of feet from the pitcher\’s mound to the batter\’s box, or who\’s going to win NASCAR? There are men who make it their business to tell women their correct weight: nurses in internists\’ offices and the guys you see standing next to a big scale at the county fair. As for the rest, why ask? Do you spend so much time pouring over celebrity diets that you need to deflect conversation from current events, lest a man delve into uncomfortable questions like \”Who\’s the current vice president?\” I missed the part in the Constitution about \”life, liberty and the pursuit of reasons to feel insulted,\” but you certainly are free to make men miserable with questions they\’re unable to answer — at least until they fake their own deaths to escape.