There was way too much yummy mounded goodness going on in front of me
She's sitting in front of a bowl of pudding, isn't she? Seriously wth is up with the food metaphors?
Ugh, I've seen this attitude before with real people (well, one real person) sadly enough. It's where they're not just possessive of their own partner(s), they're actively jealous over and feel competitive with the partners of people they just happen to know and/or find attractive, even if they never intend to actually get involved with the person they're jealous over.
I know one of those too; I swear she is turning into Anita. I was at a bar with her, her two male significant others, and a mutual friend who was also male. She and her then-boyfriends were on one side of the table and myself and the mutual friend were on the other. After we ordered, the friend said to me how cool it was that I had ordered a Shirley Temple because it was an old-style thing and hardly anyone did that anymore. It was just a friendly statement, but before I could even say anything she started talking a mile a minute about how she did that all the time and had liked them forever and on and on - and despite having two people to pay attention to her every time the friend said something to me she would exit her conversation and leap into ours to make sure she was the center of attention at all times. It was confusing, to say the least. Edited to add: holy crap I fail at spelling today.
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There was way too much yummy mounded goodness going on in front of me
She's sitting in front of a bowl of pudding, isn't she? Seriously wth is up with the food metaphors?
Ugh, I've seen this attitude before with real people (well, one real person) sadly enough. It's where they're not just possessive of their own partner(s), they're actively jealous over and feel competitive with the partners of people they just happen to know and/or find attractive, even if they never intend to actually get involved with the person they're jealous over.
I know one of those too; I swear she is turning into Anita. I was at a bar with her, her two male significant others, and a mutual friend who was also male. She and her then-boyfriends were on one side of the table and myself and the mutual friend were on the other. After we ordered, the friend said to me how cool it was that I had ordered a Shirley Temple because it was an old-style thing and hardly anyone did that anymore. It was just a friendly statement, but before I could even say anything she started talking a mile a minute about how she did that all the time and had liked them forever and on and on - and despite having two people to pay attention to her every time the friend said something to me she would exit her conversation and leap into ours to make sure she was the center of attention at all times. It was confusing, to say the least.
Edited to add: holy crap I fail at spelling today.