I really don't consider myself a 'boob guy.' I mean, breasts are nice, but they're certainly not the number one physical feature for me. When I was growing up, boobs were a big thing, both literally and figuratively. Pamella Anderson, Cindy Crawford, and Jenny McCartney were the sex symbols of the day, and as they were presented at the time, they lacked substance, and while a physically attractive woman is a physically attractive woman, even as a youth I was drawn to more intellectual women. Breast appreciation has, to me, always seemed sort of lowbrow and shallow, and just generally something I looked down on.
Well, it's time for me to get off my high horse.
Last night, I was watching Slaughter of The Vampires (1962), and Graziella Granata, who plays the leading lady, had a voluptuous chest that I found very, um, enticing.
Oh, how the mighty have fallen.