You know, it always surprises me, I am going along, living my quiet little life, and I look up and it has been nearly a year since I last posted...guess what....WE GOT MARRIED!
Back in March, actually, 19 years and change since we had met. It's funny, you have a quiet little personal 'anniversary' and everyone is suddenly trying to guess why we HAD to get married on that date...well, that part is for me to know and others to try to get it out of me (yeah, good luck with that) but it was not because it was a pagan or heathen or wiccan or native american or any other kind of holy day, except to us, in our development of love and respect and admiration for one another, so THERE.
I have had the privilege in the past few months of re-connecting with some dear old friends, and like a lot of gamer chicks or fan girls or whatever you want to label some of us as this week, most of my old friends (and current, save a select few) are male. Now, the PTB have seen fit to supply me with a husband that trusts me implicitly and has a danger sense for people that can detect a closet, not-quite-yet pedophile six houses down (although he deems me safe...HA!) and understands that with someone like me, who loses connections so easily, those connections that have stood the test of time are precious. Some of you might not know this, but, well, the truth is, uh, well, I used to kind of like to flirt. (No, really, Briny, you, flirt...oh, you mean that clocking people upside the head and exchanging obscurely worded compliments in different language was FLIRTING? SHOCKING!) Well, I don't flirt so much anymore except for the occasional exchange to dip my toes in, and really, my bear thinks it is funny, but, well, there it is. Thing is, unless I KNOW YOUR SIGNIFICANT OTHER AND I HAVE DISCUSSED IT WITH HER/HIM, I am not likely to flirt with anyone. This is because I have been there. I have been that not as alternatively-life-styled woman at the parties with all the braver (or crazier, not quite sure I can choose) and the fact that if you are possessive, this is considered a bad thing drives me nuts. Human beings are territorial critters, folks, and to be frank, I don't care how long you've been in this historical group or how open your marriage is, if I walk up to my husband, tuck my arm under his and give you the MINE glare, you will hopefully understand that, once my claim is staked and you publicly transgress there, oh honey, I hope you have a good doctor. And I mean a psychiatrist..I mean, I am not going to feed the rumor mill by challenging you to a duel in the mud, or the jello, or even the latest MMO, but, you are going to know I am unhappy, and unless their communication skills have disappeared, so will most people in shouting distance. The funny part, if I am not vehement enough in my complaint, my husband will encourage me. Why? Because there is nothing wrong with being possessive of your mate. Now, I don't mean that the vivacious redhead that you both secretly fantasize about that flirts with everyone, you have known forever, and even a noob can tell is harmless, but the chick that walks into the room, and every coupled woman's hackles raise...that one....and I am not going to hurt you if it is an honest mistake, but, case in point...I go somewhere with my husband, and someone who has known us for years and knows how territorial both of us are actually forgets and lays a hand on my husband's person (please, understand, he is not a guy that likes people touching him) after the momentary surprise when the normally quiet and retiring salt-meister is stretching her five foot two frame to hiss in your six foot four ear, and the person quietly backs away, because they know it.
Now, I have been paired with people who think that a bit of jealousy is wrong, that you are un-evolved or insecure when you express your territorial leanings...and that was fine, for him, and you know, maybe if a little more of their natural territorialness had shown they would be happier, but my husband sees my possessiveness as a sign of how much I value him.
So, this is my rant for the day...for those of you who have no jealous twinges, great, and some of you can do that and stay sane and happy, but, well, my inner territorial alpha bitch gets triggered easily, so hopefully, we can stay friends. I really do love all of you, but well, nature is nature.
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