Saturday, September 06, 2008

Saturday Mumblings

Husband is in college. He is an African American man at a small, private university, located in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. Guess what? He's such a novelty! Don't get me wrong, my husband is gorgeous. He's muscle-bound, personable, helpful, friendly and such a freaken GENTLEMAN. However, he may just be a novelty to all these Polynesian women.

All the wonderful qualities I see in him, I know other women can see them to. Sometimes I love it because it reminds me of what a special man he is. Other times, I'm irritated that other women even look at him in that manner. I trust that he's not giving these little girls any hope for a future.

During lunch on Friday, husband starts talking about this girl that walks up to him and asks him if he's African American. He jokes with her and tells her he's Fijian. She is embarrassed, then he laughs and tells her that he is African American and he's from Alabama, blah, blah, blah. I'm sitting there listening to him tell me this story and am a little confused. Why is he telling me the story about a girl flirting with him and him possibly flirting back?

Maybe it's my idea of an old school quality of being a good wifey... that of NEVER even giving a man the idea that I'm even interested in him. I probably would not ever have a semi-flirtatious conversation with a single man and I expect my husband to be on the same good behavior.... but we are two different creatures with two different communication styles. I'm very conservative in my interaction with men. I draw a CLEAR, Bold line between myself and any man. I expect the same of him.

Anyway, I think about these lil college girls going back to their lil girlfriends talking about my husband the way I used to talk about him when we were dating and it makes me sick to my stomach. Hmm... why is that? He's worthy of admiration but he's MARRIED, MARRIED, MARRIED. LOL...

Oh well -- sounds like I need to pump up my self-esteem if I'm worried about these lil college girls messin' with my husband who has to be at least 9 or 10 years older than them. Nah... I'm not worried. I trust my husband. I trust my heart. I'm glad other women see what I see. That tells me I'm not crazy. If you knew our story and how we met and what we've been through... you would have thought I was crazy. LOL... Life is good. My heart is safe.

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