Just Healthy Jealousy
Setting: Golden Dwarf Awards 2009
Just when we’re near the toilet to do our before-we-leave-leak it happened: ‘Hey…’ And the Boyfriend kisses her back. She doesn’t recognize mé though. ‘You know..’ I say to the BF ‘I sucked her nipple once’. ‘O, ya did? So did I’ the BF replies. ‘Well… I sucked both’ I try to overrule. ‘Well, I sucked a whole lot more then just her nipples’ the BF overrules. While I march into the ladies room I mumble: ‘That’s more info then I needed dear’
By the time I’m finished I’m not… well not furious, not angry, not pissed… just….”disappointed”. And I tell him (rather cranky) ‘Well, right now: I’m jealous.’ I said it man: I was jealous as hell (which probably also involved the vodka that was flowing through my veins) So there it was: another sign of being truly and deeply in love. Up until now I had forgotten about the side effects of Love. Apart from the first month, where I really had to get used to the idea that I was shagging one of my best mates, I’ve been feeling like Happy Elmo from sesame street. (I do hope that I suppressed these emotions effectively. It’s not all that looking like an OCDer.)
‘So now you have to tell me all’ I order BF. BF disagrees. BF says he thinks it’s not appropriate to talk about sex with others now we’re actually a couple. And well, if it wasn’t for me being a very visualising person, I would have agreed with him on this one. But after visualizing him sucking practically every body part of the lady mentioned before, I’m very easy going in adjusting my opinion (which also probably involved the vodka that was still flowing through my veins). Now I know that it’s perfectly natural for Boyfriends to have ex-girlfriends, ex-one-night-stands, ex-etc (even for this one. He even has a ex-I-wish-I-never’d-gone-there) But for some reason I was just in denial about it. (If I just close my eyes it’s all gone…)
Of course i’m a reasonable girl that has the gift to put things in perspective. But I just needed an ‘good’ ex(-)cuse to bitch a lil’ on him for going on a holiday for two weeks. To the Britisch Virgin Islands. Leaving me here in stone cold Amsterdam… Alone…. (Side effect: the love for BF infiltrated into every last fiber in my body. Became an addiction and then he, the only dealer in town, decides to just go on a 2 week holiday. Without even sorting me out with a Betty Ford.)
Well… Virgins don’t shag as well as I do, besides if there British… they’re not all that attractive.
You see… nothing to be jealous about.