A bet I'm not willing to make

Zulu recently saw this old article online, and ever since has been hassling me to make a similar bet with him.

"C'mon man," he said the first time, "I'm so heterosexual, that it completely wouldn't make any difference if I had C-cups, or D-cups... or Double D-cups! C'mon, man, bet me a hundred grand to get them."

Sexuality not withstanding, I have some real reservations about an agent, male or female, getting breast enlargement surgery. First and foremost, is the issue of hand-to-hand combat. If those things were to get in your way, they could cost you your life. It's one thing to have them as a natural part of your body and thusly deal with them. It's quite another to add them after the fact.

Perhaps even more so, though, is the issue of disguising your identity. I would think that going undercover might become more difficult when you're a man with perky, round boobs. Zulu's answer to that, of course, was that now he could more effectively transform himself into a woman. What that argument fails to recognize, though, is that we have never disguised ourselves as women, except for that one time as nuns in that catholic girls school.

I guess, this could potentially be opening new avenues in disguise, but Zulu is well over six feet tall, has a five-o'clock shadow by eleven, and has the biggest adam's apple of any man I've ever seen. I just don't think this is going to work.

So I'm going to continue to ignore his entreaties to bet, even though now he's offering to do it for no money, just a dare. I'm going to have to watch what I say now, I guess.