Sometimes I Threaten Women
Filed under: Eros - July 27, 2007 @ 5:32 amYes, it’s true. Sometimes insecure women don’t allow their men to hang out with The Beautiful Kind. Could be because I fuck everything and anything, and all my guy friends inevitably and recklessly suggest a threesome to their woman involving me (ooh I just love to be USED), but c’mon. I probably have better things to do than to fuck your hot stud (I’m so sure.)
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Coincidentally, another friend of mine (who lives in Colorado!) called me last night to get my opinion on a similar matter - his girlfriend has forbidden him from associating with a platonic female friend. He felt this violated his autonomy and was insulting. Um, yeah. This type of behavior will only cause resentment and make your partner want to spend time with their friend even more than before, and sets the stage for secret keeping.
I’ve observed two things when it comes to couples: Many claim their partner is their best friend, and many keep secrets from their partner - watching porn, cheating, eating junk food, smoking… I maintain that a best friend is someone you can share everything with. So ‘fess up, and if your partner can’t accept you for who you are, perhaps you shouldn’t be together.
July 27th, 2007 at 2:30 pm
Sometimes the secret keeping is really the issue of the secret keeper.
I have eaten ice cream in the bathroom to keep the activity hidden, but the reality is nothing would’ve been said to me had it been in the kitchen. I just felt guilty (since I was trying to be all healthy at the time) and imagined the things he might say to me, because I was thinking those things about myself. So really, it was all my problem. If that makes any sense. Now I freely eat ice cream for breakfast in front of my husband.
July 31st, 2007 at 12:22 pm
Long live cold-hearted feminism.
But I have to admit I struggle with this, especially when I’m head over heels in love. Yesterday, it was my guy’s birthday and his ex called him. I didn’t throw a fit or forbid him anything, but there’s that blunt-needle-in-the-chest feeling that’s hard to stop sometimes. Isn’t jealousy an ancient, evolutionary based emotion? Or is that simply insecurity?