Its the ****ing fantastic ones that give me the worst feeling.I am worried that she will see something in them that she does not see in me.Oftentimes our exchanges leave him laughing so hard he has to pause the massage.We give each other book, TV, and music recommendations, and I even wrote about him in my blog – twice – and he loved my writing. (Side note: I’ve gifted massages with him to several of my girlfriends over the past year and all of them confirm that he doesn’t talk to them at all like he talks to me during the massage.) When I first started going to him last year, he was recently separated – he’s 10 years older than I am and has two young children. Jealous of the fantastic and disturbed by the sleazy.
The bottom line of my mental image of these fantastic ones is that they are always better for her in my mind than I am. I know I know it I know it but who cares because the knowing never changes the wanting.
Indeed she uses such an ecstatic connotation when describing them to me.
This situation is even deeper than the shallow remarks that I just made.
For the record, if it matters, he left his ex-wife after many years of feeling emasculated and unappreciated.
At that time, he was understandably not looking to date anyone.