Tits Pervert with a Twist

Ordinarily if a boy stares at your boobs then you assume he's a Tits Pervert - a.k.a. a regular guy.
With this principle in mind, when a boy I met today kept eyeing me up down there I couldn't help musing how
A. I should have worn a better bra that would give the illusion of larger breasts
B. The situation was a bit like Disney (and I don't mean to say that I watched a pervy Disney. I'll explain later)
C. I am incapable of flirting. As previously established somewhere on the blog, my idea of flirting is to talk too much about something completely random (namely Emmerdale, the colour of the sky or any other random stuff that comes to mind).

OK, back to the whole Disney Parallel: in Disney films, it is OK to talk to strangers if he's hot (i.e. in Sleeping Beauty or Snow White) and in this situation it's OK for a guy to stare freely at your breasts if he's hot. It doesn't feel as pervy.
And that's why boys like that are Tits Perverts with a Twist - you don't even realise they're pervy because they're so huminahuminahumina-aah.

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Today I also talked to Awesome for the first time in a while which was nice... What else... Oh, yes, I spoke to one of my close friends for a long time. Oh, but she doesn't have a nickname on here!!
OK, from now on she shall be... The Confidante because we are completely honest with each other. Or I may just refer to her as C since it's shorter! :')

Right, well I have an English essay due in tomorrow and I have written...the title.
Keep you posted,
Grammar Gal