I am a grown man, 34 years old. I own a business with 50 people, and I'm the CEO, have an MBA.... life has been good to me so far.
Except.... G.
It plagued me from the time I was 10 or so, there they were. Embarrassing me at every turn.
They most certainly cost me a girlfriend or two who didn't like them. One told me "you don't take care of yourself" because she told me my G was because I was fat. I was 6'3 and weighed 200 pounds. I was thin!
Most girls I dated didn't care, or just ignored it, one asked me to keep my shirt on, so I did. No problem. I got laid plenty, and by some hot ladies and especially by the psycho-crazy kind that are a pain in the ass to date, but fun to screw around with.
I wore compression garments, some that I actually made, and then some better ones that I bought.
My most embarrassing time was when I was working after college, and there was a fellow who started calling me "Double D", which caught on, and then everyone called me that for years. Damnit. YEARS. He eventually died, but he was a great guy and I liked him, but the name calling stopped and I was glad about that part. I felt bad for being happy he was gone and took my nickname with him.
The stories on this thread have brought tears to my eyes, because I had so many of the same embarrassing experiences.
Two years ago I went and had surgery and had those droopy man-boobs removed. Thank goodness they are GONE GONE! I still have two scars that wrap around me, the scars are about 10" long each, but they've faded now. The shape of my chest is finally flat.
I opted for totally flat chest, and having skin removed, and deal with the scars, instead of having lipo and leaving the skin. Tough choice, but it was the right one.
To all who are suffering.... get a compression garment and use that to help hold things in place, and then go sign up for surgery. Start a savings account and build up the money until you can pay for it, and then just get surgery, you will be glad you did. Don't waste your lives being so upset about how you look, it did nothing but make me drink.
Now that the surgery is over and I look normal, I can't tell you how nice it is to be wearing a T-shirt out doing yardwork and a neighbor will stop by and visit, and I'm not worried. I have a small beer-belly, but that's not embarrassing to me at all.
Also, I've been focusing on getting thin and in shape again now that I can run without the G being painful and moving around all the time.
Two weeks ago there were two ladies (good looking) that work for me, and they said "You should come out to the bar and get a few drinks in us, and we'll have fun, we might even jump your bones!" Of course I can't because I'm their boss, but that made me so happy to hear!!!!
I haven't felt that good in years.