Victoria's Secret

The other day I went to Victoria's Secret for the first time. I think every woman should own underwear that they feel good in, whether others will see it or not. Victoria's Secret is to underwear, like Apple is to electronics.

Despite that, I was planning to just browse.

One of the sales associates asked me if I would like to be fitted and bra measured. I said, why not. I told her what I thought my size was and she pronounced a different size, slightly smaller. She had me go to the dressing room and try on the size she wanted, 36D.

The dressing room was very pink, too much pink. I tried on the bra she suggested and then hit the button to indicate I was ready. She came and pronounced it was too small and suggested we go up to the size I thought I was, 36DD. (I felt pretty smart right then.) She came again and looked at it, pronouncing that the band size was too big and I should really be a 34 but that my bust was ginormous.

Eventually I was labeled a 34F. But since the attendant had no idea where to get 34F bras I was told to make do with 36DDD. (Which Victoria's Secret wouldn't be selling until later this year.)

Since then I have been browsing bras on the Internet, seems to me that the only people who wear the size 34F are nursing mothers and people in the UK.

Just my luck.