Nippelodian

I've come to the realization that at some point in time, I will have seen most, if not all, of my girlfriend's nipples.

I'm not sure how I feel about this.

I guess this is what coming of age for a woman is all about. Screw it being when you get your monthly drainage. It's when you see your friend's nipples. THAT is when you know you're all growed up. Yes, I said growed. We sometimes get married, have babies and BAM! It's a nipples free for all!

"The baby needs to eat, so you don't mind if I whip out my ginormous overgrown nipple feed it, do you?"

No. I suppose I can't don't.


I'll admit that at first, I wasn't exactly comfortable with this ... arrangement. I mean the first time it happened, it was with my sis-in-law! Woah! Just keep those puppies tucked in thank you very much. I'm still not exactly comfortable with it, but I am getting better at dealing with the situation as an adult would. So instead of jumping to my feet and exclaiming my sudden urge to pee, I'll just look at a wall and comment on its colour until I know that the baby has latched on and it's safe to look back.

Of one thing, I am sure. There is no way in heeeeeeellll that I am whipping mine out in front of friends. Call me a prude, but whatevs. You can bet that there will be a blanket covering my frontal region.