by Jocelyn Guevara

Created on: October 29, 2008

Bra shopping is exhausting. I walk into the aisle, and there are so many numbers and letters, I see the room spinning. The most annoying thing is that I am never the same size when I go in. I'm hoping that will change as I get older... My last adventure was a couple months ago. Don't feel sorry for me: feel sorry for my boyfriend. No, not that he hated the shopping, but that he had fun admiring all the patterns on the bras. White bras, pink bras, multi-colored bras... I was afraid he was going to dizzy himself! Well, the bras were all in different sizes because they were all in different brands. There was the Rampage bra, the Maidenform bra, the Bali bra, and a few others. My boyfriend will be happy, because I have already outgrown most of them, which means, that's right, more patterns.

Now, you can skip bra shopping. For a time, at least. I must warn you, however, that you will probably end up wearing three bras, none of which fit, and if you take that path, the road could be very bumpy, LITERALLY. If you are not sure what size you are, there are a few ways to figure out what size you should purchase. For example, if you are using a huge wrench and drills to get the thing on, you probably need a size up or two. And if the bra is no longer in view, it is probably covering your face, and is probably a wee bit too large. Also, if your boobs are hugging your thighs, you are probably wearing the wrong size. Either that, or you are extremely old or have had a few dozen kids.

Recently, my boyfriend offered to buy me a triple E, assuming that I would grow into it. Yeah, he was slapped. I don't think he will make such a suggestion again. Then again, he might. He really likes picking out my bras. Yeah, I don't get it either. ...And men think they have a hard time understanding women and bra shopping. Ha! I shudder to think what would happen if my mom, my sister, and I all went bra shopping simultaneously. It would be disastrous! Who knows?... it could start WWIII! Okay, maybe I'm being dramatic, but I really don't understand his obsession with picking out my bras. I mean, I don't hop up when he says, "I'm gonna go buy some underwear.", and I don't scream, "Oh! Buy the orange and green Fruit of the Loom ones!".

All that said, I think that bra shopping is weirder for me than it is for any guy who complains about being dragged along to choose and buy bras.

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