I'm pushing sixty, chubby and half crippled, dress modestly, but still get random moes staring at my bosom. From the time I was around 13 until I met my husband, I cannot remember a boy or man ever looking me in the eye. But, nearing 60 years old in my condition… Seriously! What is wrong with men?

I know that, at the age of 28, my husband was the first man who ever knew the color of my eyes before he learned my cupsize. Waxing poetic about my "earth green eyes" and "hair like the main of lion" on our first date was when I decided I was gonna marry that man!