Lately I have had the misfortune to witness a most tragic occurrence of a person making a most embarrassing spectacle of himself over his partner. I felt inspired to write about this as I felt grateful that the man in my life has much more confidence and much less arrogance. The incident made its indelible mark on my sub conscious mind simply by leaving me contemptuously amused, ginormously relieved and mostly incredulous.

Let me explain.

The scene was laid as such: this man’s girlfriend engaged in a perfectly socially acceptable and run of the mill conversation with a group of people, men and women included. He almost short circuited and hot fused into Mr Hissy Pissy.

I was contemptuously amused as this man showed such unbridled insecurity and amateurish antagonism simply because his girl is talking to another man in a group setting. Like, get a grip already!

I was ginormously relieved because Big had never embarrassed me in such a crass manner. Don’t be mistaken. He’s not perfect. He simply possess the self assurance, confidence and a healthy dose of self esteem in being totally at ease with his girl talking to other dudes. No primitive neanderthal danger here, thanks God! Of course, it also helps that he trusts me totally and that I am totally deserving of his trust.

I was incredulous because this chap oozes arrogance and cockiness in toxic volumes and you would have thought that someone who thinks so highly of himself and so derisive and “lowly of most people” would at least have the minimal intelligence and good sense not to embarrass himself so deeply? But strangely…. no! Unbelievable.

And thank God that Big doesn’t feel the need to suck my tonsils out to stake his claim on me everytime he feels threatened.

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So, how possessive is your partner? Big is, of course, but acceptable by my standards. The usual stuff like swinging and involvement with other guys (I am so not the date a village type of girl too, too tired and jaded) are naturally no nos. Yet he is fine with me going out on girls’ nights out, even though it might involve guys hitting on us.

I think it treads a very fine line, this balance between being possessive and being nonchalant. I would throw a ballsy fit if he doesn’t even care when other men are pulling heavy moves on me. Ah well, women are difficult creatures.