LARGE, MEDIUM, SMALL, ?

I was enjoying
my drink when
she chose the
stool next to me.
Her dress and
presence spoke of
eloquence and class.
She was  overweight.
She smiled and said
"Hello."
The conversation began;
my eyes kept drifting
to the beautiful bulging
breast trying to escape
from the opening  neckline
of her dress.
As our conversation became
less guarded, she asked
what kind of women I liked:
"Large, medium, or small?
... as I left her hotel room
the next morning, I said,
"Oh yes, I like large women."
(In my mind I said, "medium
and small too...ALL").
Meet me at the Kissing
Place and size won't matter.
OKAY?