**obfusciatrist **, in some delusional psychotic episode, “confessed”: "Well, one time Baglady and I were in a pet shop and I saw this kitten who was just so cute and seemed to take to me immediately. I asked Baglady if we should get it, after all “it could keep me company when you are on the road.” …She became so enraged that I was “trying to replace” her that when I turned my back she drowned the kitten in its water bowl!
Hey Obfusciatrist, this would be funny if I didn’t like cats so much!! [good thing he’s working out at the gym now or I’d drown HIM in the water bowl!!]
I am a shameless flirt. My wife was warned of this when we started dating and (after some getting used to it) is perfectly ok with it now. Mostly because she can be just as bad as me with certain of her friends.
I’m not a jealous person, and it has caused problems in the past, particularly with a former girlfriend who didn’t understand that insane jealousy did not equal love. She kept doing and saying things to try to get me angry so I’d yell at her or hit her(!) because she thought that was how men were supposed to show that they care. Of course both of those things are way out of character for me (especially the hitting) so the relationship was pretty well doomed.
Ditto here. My wife katrina actually encouraged me to rekindle a friendship (platonic, natch) with a former girlfriend because she and her new husband are so much fun to hang out with. I hadn’t really thought about it before, but I guess that’s yet another way in which I’m a lucky SOB…
This is one behaviour that I hated in the guy I mentioned above. I am no one’s property, thank you. It’s cloying and childish. As you said, he was letting the other guy know not to mess with me. My reply to that is: if that guy hits on me, I can take care of myself. He may be better than you, for all I know.
I’m not criticising you, pepperlandgirl. I understand that this isn’t how you feel about the situation.
I was living in Ohio and on a business trip to Salt Lake for a week. I was due back Saturday morning, but my ex-fiancee was leaving for Vegas for 10 days Friday morning so, after taking an early morning hike in the gorge-type-area just south (I think) of downtown, I give her a call around 7 AM (9 for her).
She proceded to accuse me of having been out with someone and I must just be getting home and am calling her to make it seem like everything is fine. Why, you ask? Well, it seems that since we’d never gone hiking in Toledo (well known for it’s mountainous areas), it was so highly unlikely that I had been hiking out West that it must be a lie.
Here’s the kicker: I came home to a ring and a note.
'Course, 6 weeks later I found out she was dating someone else, so…
Ditto here. My wife katrina actually encouraged me to rekindle a friendship (platonic, natch) with a former girlfriend because she and her new husband are so much fun to hang out with. I hadn’t really thought about it before, but I guess that’s yet another way in which I’m a lucky SOB… **
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Well, Cervaise, since I have met your wife katrina, I would have to say that you would be a fool if you didn’t feel like a lucky man. She is intelligent, charming, beautiful and a dollface.
Satan, you are so right. Bummer that you had to go through it, but obviously you don’t have to concern yourself with Libby going gonzo on you (and vice versa).
I’ve been married 18+ years, and neither my wife nor I have the slightest jealous thoughts. She’s got some great male colleagues at work, and she jokes to me that I’ve always gotten along great with any of the women I’ve worked with. But never any suspicions (and never any reason for them). I don’t know how people can live in a relationship and either be torn apart by ridiculous unfounded jealousy or be treated with suspicion.
Brian, I don’t know how much Psychology you took in school, but it doesn’t matter. Your take on human nature is right on target. And you and Drain got a great thing going.
Ye ole ex hubby would watch me like a hawk when we went out. If I talked to a male he would want to know the conversation verbatim. What did he say to you, who is that, etc. etc. I grew up here and so have alot of my old school friends that I still run into and everytime I saw one, I would introduce the hubby. Then afterwards he would grill me on that person. Who they are, how did I know them, did I ever go out with them. He was even jealous of my best friend and when we divorced he told everyone we were lesbians.
On the flip side, this is the man who also was flirting with a gorgeous woman one night and when I ran into her in the ladies room later on she said how nice it was that he had brought his sister (me) along. She hadnt realized he had a sister.
She had to pick her mouth up off the floor when I told her that I was actually his wife. I think somehow I ruined the evening for her.
Mr. Rilch isn’t jealous, but he is protective. I’ve told people that he doesn’t trust anyone, except people he knows well. People sometimes confuse this with jealousy. Example:
Mr. Rilch was out with a mutual friend one afternoon. I didn’t know this because I was working. I got off after dark and stopped at Lucky (sigh…now Albertson’s). Before I left wherever I was working, I called to tell him that I would be stopping at Lucky near the house and also to get gas at the Arco. Well, I told this to the machine, since he wasn’t there. I got home to find Mr. Rilch and friend, who’d arrived about five minutes before. Friend immediately announces that he wants to include me in his discussion with Mr. Rilch: why did I feel compelled to call and state when I was leaving and exactly where I would stop? Merely a precaution, I explained: since it was dark out, and near Christmas, I wanted Mr. Rilch to have detailed information Just In Case. If he had to report me missing, it would help a lot if he could tell them, “She left at 6:15 and stopped at Lucky and Arco” instead of “I dunno…I dunno…I dunno.” He accepted that readily, rather than retain his image of Mr. Rilch as a control freak who only allowed me to keep to a certain schedule, or a jealous cat who thought every minute away from him was spent in the arms of another man.
I called the wife one morning to let her know I’d
be home a little late, (I work nights). She
IMMEDIATELY jumps on my case saying, "If I ever
catch you with that little blond friend of yours,
I’ll shoot you and her!!!’ Seems she’d had a dream
about me and Cyndi??? (only little blond friend)
I was like, “Oh Yea! I slept with Cyndi! COOL!!”
Not the best answer.
Jealousy sucks, big time. I don’t put up with that kind of shit at all.
For example, I had this one girlfriend who had no reason to suspect me of any “extra-curricular behavior” but she was always on my nuts about it. I would go out with my brother to shoot some stick and knock back a couple Coca-Colas, and she would call me every 10-20 minutes:
“Where are you? Who’s there? Who are you with? What are you doing? When are you leaving? Where are you going next?”
About the fiftieth time she called, I’d lose my cool and reply along the lines of “Damn-you-crazy-bitch-leave-me-alone-you’re-driving-me-nuckin-futs!”
She finally dumped me because she “forbade” me to go to a titty bar and I went anyway. It was really strange, that was when I knew her grasp on reality was tenuous at best. The dump went like this:
“It’s over! You lied to me!”
“When did I lie to you?”
“I told you not to go the titty bar and you went anyway!”
“How is that lying to you, exactly?”
“When I said you couldn’t go, you said you wouldn’t!”
“Uhh, no. I said ‘Whatever,’ and I went anyway. When you called me, and asked if I was at the titty bar, I said yes. Then you hung up on me.”
“You still lied to me! I’m leaving!”
“You’re obviously crazy as a shit-house rat. Thanks for just dumping me and not killing me in my sleep instead.”
“I’M NOT CRAZY!!!”
“Okay.” Showing (shooing?) her out the door. “Tell the rest of the Mansons I said hi… and oh yeah. Don’t come back, ever.”
In any case, it took me about a year to rid myself of The Plague That Shall Remain Nameless But Whose Name Rhymes With Calorie. Or PTSRNBWNRWC for short.
Now, my SO is totally cool. She is so Unjealous it’s almost weird. Cool, though.
Well let’s see. A female friend of mine, my SO and I were in a chatroom and I was being ignored. So I made a comment along the lines of “No one loves me.” and some random guy jokingly replied “I love you.” and my boyfriend flipped out. His face turned bright red and he told the guy that he had better be kidding. I’m also worried because I’m going to homecoming with him on Saturday, and he doesn’t dance and I do. So I’m going to dance with my male friends and I’m worried that he’s going to misinterpert it, but I’m not going to sit on my ass the whole time. The weird thing is, this is the same guy who has no problem watching another guy finger me. But that was a guy he trusts. And he also loves watching me flirt and dance with all my female friends. I love the guy, but I don’t think I will ever understand him.
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Of course, logically, just because I do feel lucky, that doesn’t mean I’m not, strictly speaking, a fool anyway. But maybe my wife should answer that.
Oh, and I’m continuing to shake my head at what some of you other folks have to put up with. My first girlfriend in college was a little strange on the possessiveness issue – she didn’t want to kiss or even have my arm around her in public, but she used to go through my address book and ask for details about each of the women – but that’s nowhere near as bad as some of these other stories.
Not that anyone will read this waiting for hypergirl’s answer…
My ex-asshole was insane. Oh yeah, he was jealous too, so I guess that would qualify him as insanely jealous.
The strangest manifestation of this was when I was wearing a slightly low-cut bodysuit with my jeans. Due to his height (6’4") and the fact that he was standing right next to me he could see straight down my shirt.
He insisted that I was flaunting my clevage to the mentally handicapped bag boy at the grocery store and exclaimed, “If you’re going to show off your tits, I’m going to show off something too!”
Upon exiting the store, he proceeded to whip it out and saunter the length of the parking lot with Mr. Willy flapping in the breeze. :eek:
Sue, one time I was approached by a guy in a trench coat while walking to my car in a parkade. I was about 8 months pregnant and I didn’t really think anything of it until he got closer and i saw him undoing the belt. He flashed me and stood there so proud. All I could do is laugh hysterically, until he finally ran.
Umm…first, you have to understand that all of my friends are extremely open sexually with each other. Me and my now boyfriend, then good friend, went to go visit another male friend of ours because he was moving. I wound up complaining that I had never seen a porn movie, and this male friend happened to have an extensive collection of videos. So we started watching one and all three of us were getting worked up. So I, being the only female there, was subject to the attentions of two guys, both of whom I was attracted to in some way. So they were sitting next to each other on the couch and I layed across both of their laps. And then they started taking turns “pleasuring me”. Damn, that was fun.
OK, I think I put in a bit too much information, but oh well.
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