Jealous Bone

skinny bitches!

The Ambassador’s bestie, The Goofy Musician, is not just that… I mean, that’s how his personality speaks to me, but in truth he is an incredibly accomplished recording artist. He lives a very simple life, can play pretty much any instrument and retains his child-like humor, which includes an affinity for stink bombs. So, to me he is The Goofy Musician.

Under the hilarous exterior though, there is a guy with a very advance studio and a bank account that gathers royalties from —well, I’m not even sure where except to say his previous work.

So, the other night, I was kickin’ it around my house drinking Mike’s Hard Lemonade with The Sultry School Teacher and watching our kids run around when The Ambassador stopped by. He was just off from work and came by just to see my face, kiss me and touch me.

Well, he started talkin’ about his plans for the night. He was going to hang out with The Goofy Musician until the weeeee hours of the morning. The Goofy Musician had a recording session with an all girl band. They live on a farm outside of town, with their whole hippie family. The Ambassador talked on and on about how they are really warm, and they are huggers, and it’s hella fun and he probably wasn’t going to get home until like 3am.

Looking from the outside, that does seem like an incredible experience, but I didn’t see any of that at the time. Blame on it on the liquor type drinks, but I was fuckin’ jealous. I was thinking about all those girls, talented singers, hippie attitudes and my sexy, hard bodied Ambassador. I know my blood pressure was rising, and I was starting to grind my teeth.

Damn, I was jealous. I knew there was no reason to be but our emotions aren’t logic. They can often be even the opposite of logic… They are just how we feel. And I felt like spouting off every mean, nasty, snide remark I could think of about skinny 20 something girls, and believe me, my head was swimming in them. As previous stated, girls in their 20s piss me off anyway. BUT, that’s not me. I just kept my big mouth shut, and drank faster!

I said nothing about this to The Ambassador. I just giggled at his jokes, hugged him tight and kissed him lots… All the while reminding myself, that I know him and I have nothing to worry about. Nothing to worry about.

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Published in: on March 1, 2012 at 9:00 am  Comments (6)  
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