Green Eyed Monster

I have special feelings towards jealousy. The most admirable thing I see in a boy is the lack of jealous. I had gone out on a couple of dates with this guy I liked but didn't particularily see a fit with, his name was James. James was nice and jolly, actually one of the few people that jolly actually applied too. One day, I was having a few people over to my house for a dinner that he called in the middle of. I promised him that I would call him back after things wound down. When I did call him, I told him that a male friend of mine would be sleeping in my bed that night and that I would like to sleep with him, due to lack of blankets and the fact that I lived in an industrial loft with cement everything and crappy heating. It was cold, so I was faced with sleeping with a friend in a cozy bed with an electric blanket and down duvets or the couch with a throw. He knew the status of my loft, but not the status of my friendship. James asked a few questions about my friend; questions like if I had any romantic desire towards him, and if we had a past. Since all his questions were answered negative, James told me that he was okay with us sharing a bed, but that he trusted I would leave if I started to feel any desires or if I felt that my friend was indicated he was. The way that he handled the situation just made my heart go *squish*. James and I started a serious relationship a few days later.

I hate jealousy. But I am a little ashamed to say that I can be quite jealous at times. If someone flirts with me at a party and then flirts with someone else, gets shot down and then comes back to me. I will have internal glares at them forever almost. I am thinking of you, Phil, you are a jackass.