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This is from a local independent newspaper advice column called The Advice Goddess. This is one of the better responses I've read from her. Enjoy.
What would you think if your boyfriend asked you about a particular woman at a barbecue after you both left? He claimed he was just curious he'd seen her at my son's barbecue, and wondered how she knew the family but, of course, she's young, beautiful and half my age (I'm 53). In our four years together, he's gotten better about not visibly showing interest in other women, but I know he admires women, especially tall blondes. He's a big, sweet, good-looking guy, but doesn't have a house or much money, although he's a hard worker. I doubt he has the confidence to pursue hot women, but I can't help feeling worried. - Bothered
What would I think if my boyfriend asked me about a particular woman at a barbecue? I'd just know he wanted to have a torrid affair with her. I'd think back to when he excused himself to use the bathroom, and decide he really went to call and reserve a motel room. I'd wait till we hit my driveway, pitch a screaming fit, claw off all his clothes, throw them on the lawn, light them on fire, bolt the door, make him sleep naked in the bushes, and then stay up all night praying he'd be gnawed to death by a family of hungry wolverines. You?
Of course, should I have an attack of sanity and rationality, I'd probably assume he noticed the girl because he's male, heterosexual and not in a coma or dead. Chances are, your boyfriend is attracted to this chickie as he is to dozens of hot young things and a few still-warm, middle-aged things he sees throughout his day.
There are ways to prevent this sort of unauthorized lust: 1. Chain him to your living room media center for the rest of his natural life. 2. Only date men who are legally blind.
The truth is, beauty is eyeball-grabbing. I'm as straight as plate glass, and I ogle beautiful women. Straight guys sneak glances at Jude Law. Purty is purty. Meanwhile, on a Crimes Against The Relationship scale, your boyfriend merely asked you about this girl; he didn't ask her about her running after her and shouting, "Hey, Busty! How'dja like to go a coupla rounds with me in the back of Frank's Escalade?"
If you want to hang onto a man, by all means, turn your relationship into a tiny police state. Give him a list of places he can't go, and people he isn't allowed to have contact with; for example, "Never talk to any woman skinnier than I am." Yes, I get it: This particular woman's younger and hotter than you. Here's more bad news: With every passing year, more and more women will be younger and hotter than you. If your boyfriend wants to run off with one of them, there's nothing you can do.
All you can do is keep up your "curb appeal," be confident about what you have to offer, and make your relationship someplace you both want to be. He seems to be making an effort, at least to look like he isn't looking. Let him have his secrets and you can have yours like, that the catalog of Victoria's doesn't actually come in the mail looking like a classified document: blacked-out pictures with only sizes and descriptions, an errant manicured hand or toe, and the return policy.
What would you think if your boyfriend asked you about a particular woman at a barbecue after you both left? He claimed he was just curious he'd seen her at my son's barbecue, and wondered how she knew the family but, of course, she's young, beautiful and half my age (I'm 53). In our four years together, he's gotten better about not visibly showing interest in other women, but I know he admires women, especially tall blondes. He's a big, sweet, good-looking guy, but doesn't have a house or much money, although he's a hard worker. I doubt he has the confidence to pursue hot women, but I can't help feeling worried. - Bothered
What would I think if my boyfriend asked me about a particular woman at a barbecue? I'd just know he wanted to have a torrid affair with her. I'd think back to when he excused himself to use the bathroom, and decide he really went to call and reserve a motel room. I'd wait till we hit my driveway, pitch a screaming fit, claw off all his clothes, throw them on the lawn, light them on fire, bolt the door, make him sleep naked in the bushes, and then stay up all night praying he'd be gnawed to death by a family of hungry wolverines. You?
Of course, should I have an attack of sanity and rationality, I'd probably assume he noticed the girl because he's male, heterosexual and not in a coma or dead. Chances are, your boyfriend is attracted to this chickie as he is to dozens of hot young things and a few still-warm, middle-aged things he sees throughout his day.
There are ways to prevent this sort of unauthorized lust: 1. Chain him to your living room media center for the rest of his natural life. 2. Only date men who are legally blind.
The truth is, beauty is eyeball-grabbing. I'm as straight as plate glass, and I ogle beautiful women. Straight guys sneak glances at Jude Law. Purty is purty. Meanwhile, on a Crimes Against The Relationship scale, your boyfriend merely asked you about this girl; he didn't ask her about her running after her and shouting, "Hey, Busty! How'dja like to go a coupla rounds with me in the back of Frank's Escalade?"
If you want to hang onto a man, by all means, turn your relationship into a tiny police state. Give him a list of places he can't go, and people he isn't allowed to have contact with; for example, "Never talk to any woman skinnier than I am." Yes, I get it: This particular woman's younger and hotter than you. Here's more bad news: With every passing year, more and more women will be younger and hotter than you. If your boyfriend wants to run off with one of them, there's nothing you can do.
All you can do is keep up your "curb appeal," be confident about what you have to offer, and make your relationship someplace you both want to be. He seems to be making an effort, at least to look like he isn't looking. Let him have his secrets and you can have yours like, that the catalog of Victoria's doesn't actually come in the mail looking like a classified document: blacked-out pictures with only sizes and descriptions, an errant manicured hand or toe, and the return policy.
