deal breakers.

the other night, before my conversation with matt went deep and philosophical, we grazed the surface of things for awhile.

new(ish)ly single, matt had gone on a first date a few nights before. a thirtysomething "glamazon" (his word, not mine) from the suburbs, they met at one of my favorite happy hour places in suburbia.

he said she was nice enough, despite downing four glasses of wine, at $16 a pop. (seriously. who does that on a first date?) but there was one thing about her that was a complete deal breaker.

i was curious; matt and i have never had the "deal breaker" conversation. i wanted to know what his was.

"are you ready for it, brooke?"
"yes matt, i'm sitting down."
"she has fake breasts."

i was not expecting that one.

perhaps it's because i'm not a man, and therefore, i don't think like a man. perhaps it's because i've never really thought of a man as capable of having deal breakers, let alone ones that include surgically enhanced breasts. i've just always figured a straight man would chase anything in a skirt, and that nothing, big or small-chested, could keep him from doing so.

then again, matt is pseudo-straight. and i do hang out with many, many gay men. so what do i really know about the straight ones?